Theodore White stopped talking, instinctively realizing he had let something slip.
His old face flashed with embarrassment, and he coughed twice to cover it up.
Indeed, both he and the girl's father, Bill Wilcock, had planted spies in the restaurant. Naturally, these spies were employees of the restaurant. They had been paid to report the entire situation of the date back to them.
Truly, the heart of a parent is compassionate!
"Hmph." Bryan White snorted heavily, then slowly stood up, hands in his pockets. He stared at his father and said, "Happy now? Yes, to be honest with you, we both think the other is nice and we're going to try and date!"
"Really!?" Old Sir White's face lit up with joy.
"Really." Bryan nodded, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. "However, as for the future, I hope you won't interfere anymore. Whether we can be together relies on fate, not on human intervention."
