"After the delivery, why haven't you left yet?" Fu Han spoke bluntly, even glancing at the clock, "Well, if you wait another half an hour, you can have dinner here."
If Xia Ning could tolerate that, she wouldn't be Xia Ning!
Immediately, she stood up with a stern face, "Don't push your luck! This place is not your home."
Fu Han looked at her with a smirk that wasn't quite a smile, that overconfident demeanor suddenly made Xia Ning realize something: this place wasn't her home either.
"Enough, it was all a misunderstanding."
The elderly Mr. He placed the invitation in Fu Han's hand, not waiting for her refusal, he took the initiative to say, "I am getting old, and I don't want to move around much at night."
"Grandfather, a place like the Xia Family's Charity Gala isn't fitting for me," Fu Han said. It was probably the kind of place where those eager for fame would scramble to show off first.
