Jiang Xiaorou took a taxi back to the Jiang Family, feeling suffocated with frustration. But when she saw her dad bustling about in the kitchen, her anger suddenly dissipated. She tiptoed into the kitchen and hugged her dad from behind.
"Dad, cooking yourself again!" Jiang Xiaorou asked with a beaming smile.
Since she hadn't eaten anything at Shen Yancheng's house earlier, it was particularly delightful to come home and eat her dad's cooking.
"Yes, I've had nothing much to do at home recently, and the company has also fallen into the hands of my dear daughter. So, all Dad can do now is work on his cooking skills," Jiang Zhiguo smiled.
Perhaps he really had gotten old, suddenly finding himself disinterested in business matters.
"Dad," Jiang Xiaorou became serious, "I took over your company, are you angry?"
Dad put down what he was holding, turned around, and looked seriously at Jiang Xiaorou.