"That's enough!" Ning Yabei suddenly stood up from the table, "I'm not in the mood to listen to you...if you have anything to say, just say it."
Yan Nanfeng showed pain on his face and spoke slowly, "Yabei, let me make it up to you and Xiaoman. I know it's too late to say this now, but give me a chance to fulfill my responsibilities as a father!"
"Qin Xiaoman's surname is Qin, and her surname will always be Qin! Her father is Qin Yanzhi! What compensation do you want? Money? My husband is also rich, and he doesn't need your Yan Nanfeng, so take care of your son!
Don't ask him to harass Xiaoman, don't ask him to harass our family again, I just want to thank you."
With that said, the woman who covered up her grief with anger picked up her handbag and walked out of the door without looking back. Only a lonely and slightly old man was left behind, with unprecedented decadence and guilt.
Chi Di, sitting at the table...
During the rush hours after get off work, the streets were busy with traffic. As soon as I walked out of the building, I saw a car parked on the side of the road. The window rolled down, revealing a handsome face with a smile.
The longing that had been deep in my heart for many days finally came to an end at this moment. Qin Xiaoman was almost jumping for joy and was about to run over. But the moment he took a step forward, he heard a familiar call in his ears.
His footsteps paused, and the joy in his eyes instantly turned into disappointment, as Qin Yanzhi walked over from the side.
"Go home..." The gentle and elegant man turned to look at the young man who opened the car door and walked out not far away, and sighed. "Xiaoman, go home."
Qin Xiaoman looked at Yan Zisong's approaching footsteps with almost despair, and then at her father, who had a serious face. He lowered his head in dilemma. His body seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms and could not move. She missed him and wanted to see him.
Even if you only meet him once.
"Uncle Qin, hello." Yan Zisong approached briskly, without any sense of being an unwelcome person, but greeted him warmly.
His face, which was always handsome, actually had an extremely bright smile.
Under his extraordinary familiarity, Qin Yanzhi couldn't help but ignore him, so he could only nod his head with some helplessness in response.
"Auntie didn't come today?" Yan Zisong was obviously not prepared to end this troubled topic like this. Among the three people, he was the only one who couldn't see the expressions on the other people's faces and continued the meaningless conversation.
"Yeah." The helpless father had extraordinary cultivation and didn't want to talk, but he still responded out of the most basic courtesy.
However, Yan Zisong seemed not to notice the displeasure on the other party's face at all, and walked to Qin Yanzhi respectfully.
"Uncle Qin, I wonder if you would like to have dinner with me? Mr. Qiu Liting, the vice president of the National Calligraphy Association, just happened to come to City B on a business trip recently. I heard that you are also old acquaintances. You know, I know nothing about calligraphy. If you are willing to give me a meal,
, let’s have a casual meal together so you can get together..."
It was only then that Qin Yanzhi cheered up and listened to the young man opposite. How could this despicable young man seduce him with such a thing?
Qin Yanzhi has no other hobbies in his life, he is only passionate about calligraphy!
I was helpless and even complained a little, it was really a dilemma!
Speaking of old acquaintances, the definition of old acquaintances is that he recognized the contemporary calligrapher Teacher Qiu, but Teacher Qiu did not recognize him as an amateur calligraphy enthusiast!!!