Wen Zhenguo pretended to be magnanimous and waved his hand, "It's a busy day for Mr. Qiao; him coming to attend dad's birthday banquet is already showing great face. Please have a seat."
As a joke, even if Mr. Qiao showed up at the last second, he wouldn't dare to blame such an important figure!
"Mm, thank you, dad, for your understanding!" Wen Meimei took her seat to the left of her father.
Completely unaware that her every move was being watched by several pairs of eyes, each filled with different profound meanings.
Chen Yilan saw Wen Meimei dress in such a demure way for almost the first time, with her pink dress and delicate, rosy face incongruously matching, cute yet imbued with pure aura.
Especially those pitiful and charming water-like eyes, as if possessing a magical power, deeply attracted his heart, making him more than willing to fall for her.