"No need to be so polite—Tang Huai is kind to you, but there are strings attached. She manages Happiness Catering, and by having you go to the branch, she naturally hopes you'll help her look after it," said Gu Jiajia.
Li Feixi glanced at Tang Huai, pursed her lips, unsure of what to say, and simply bowed her head to drink the soup.
The soup really was delicious. Li Feixi had lived for twenty years and this was the first time she had tasted such delicious soup.
It would have been nice if her father and Feipeng could have tasted such delicious soup as well.
Upon thinking of her father and Feipeng, Li Feixi's heart clenched tightly.
Both Tang Huai and Gu Jiajia could feel a desolate air emanating from Li Feixi.
Tang Huai looked at Li Feixi and said, "Your father must be quite old by now, right?"
Thinking of them, Li Feixi felt sad, and at Tang Huai's question, her eyes reddened.
She nodded and said, "Yes, about the same age as your grandfather."
