Gu Minghao, now in his prime, carried the masculine essence shaped by the passage of time. His natural authority, combined with proper upkeep, made him appear as if he were in his thirties, exuding charm at its finest. Yet his daughter casually called him an old man, amusing Gu Minghao enough to bring a smile to his eyes.
Listening to his daughter's sweet, soft voice was like tasting honey.
He laughed heartily, "Haha, this girl, always knows how to flatter her old dad." He glanced at his watch and extended an invitation, "I wonder if this old man has the honor of inviting you, Miss Beautiful, to have dinner with me?"
Qinghe replied with a smile, "My pleasure."
His youngest daughter's naivety lifted Gu Minghao's spirits considerably, dispelling the gloom that had weighed on him all day.
After exchanging a few more words and deciding on the location, he hung up the phone.