Tang Wenxuan was flabbergasted.
He gaped at his suddenly rebellious daughter, his expression a complete mess.
"Qingwu, didn't we agree to come over…"
With flushed cheeks, Tang Qingwu looked towards Tang Wenxuan, "Father, please don't speak."
She then turned to Chen Fan, giving a slight bow, "My father is out of his senses, please forgive him, Mr. Chen."
Tang Wenxuan: "???"
He watched Tang Qingwu gaze at Chen Fan with an infatuated look and felt like he had lost both his wealth and his daughter, "Could Qingwu have been spirited away by this youngster, Chen Fan? Then the remaining thirty percent of the Tang Family's assets might also end up in his pockets, right?"
Chen Fan looked at the father and daughter with a mix of amusement and helplessness, and responded lightly, "There's no need for such formalities. The Tang Family has given me ample benefits; it's only right that I do these things."
