"Nonsense,"
Mr. Liang raised his hand and patted her head, speaking sternly, "This is an official reception, what kind of business is it to bring your own daughter along?"
"Just pretend I'm a tag-along, following you to get a free meal."
Liang Weining said righteously, "At worst, I'll pay for half of the meal."
The more she talked, the more ridiculous it became.
"Alright, if you really want to go, attend in the capacity of a professional consultant."
Owing to his own private wishes, Mr. Liang relented and agreed. But he had to lay down three rules with his daughter: she must sit quietly during the event, listen more than speak, eat plenty, and be as inconspicuous as the air.
No doubt about that.
Liang Weining promised over and over that she would not seek attention unless absolutely necessary.
After the birthday banquet that day, they returned home.
