Gu Heng didn't press the matter; there were certain things that didn't need to be said out loud—he would just handle them when the time came.
He was well versed in the tactic of acting first and reporting later.
At the moment when the father and son were heart-to-heart, as the host of the day, Xu Hong had been moving amongst the dining tables with Lin Jiayun and He Jing on her heels, bathing in everyone's envy. Now, however, she suddenly appeared at the doorway…
"Hey, look at you two, finding joy in your own company. Not welcoming guests now, and sneaking off here to loaf around?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Jianguo hurriedly stamped out the cigarette in his hand like a worker caught slacking off by his boss and chuckled awkwardly, "Well, we've been standing all afternoon; our legs are sore. Just taking a break with my son."
Xu Hong was just teasing and didn't really take it to heart, instead, she even stepped forward to wipe off the sweat from both father and son…