Father's Soup

"I'm talking to Mr. Shen. When was it your turn to interrupt our conversation?" Shen Hanxing looked at Qiao Wei with disdain. "You're a mistress who has risen to power, how dare you criticize me?" She didn't make a move this time, she didn't even say much, but the contempt and genuine disdain in her eyes were more lethal than anything else.

Qiao Wei's face alternated between green and white, and the anger in her eyes almost couldn't be controlled. She clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from losing her composure on the spot. "Hanxing..." her voice trembled, and she forced a laugh. She said, "I just don't want you to be estranged from your father. How long can a person live? We shouldn't waste our time on resentment, right?"