Pei Heyan's eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
The feeling of defeat followed suit.
As he chewed his food at the dining table, he wanted countless times to ask the woman in front of him if she had feelings for Gu Muchen or if she was thinking about Lu Minghao, but he restrained himself each time the words reached his lips.
He continued chewing his food in silence.
Zzz—
The phone screen suddenly lit up.
Wen Tang saw that the call was from Lu Yun and signaled, "Eat slowly, I'll take a call."
She took her phone to the living room.
"Hello, Dad."
Lu Yun cut to the chase, "Ah Tang, dad only has you as a daughter, you have to put in a good word for me in front of Pei Heyan."
Wen Tang pursed her lips, but distractedly said, "Of course."
"Also," Lu Yun advised, "if Lu Zhe sends you something again, tell him you aren't interested."
"To prevent him from getting any ideas about you."
Wen Tang wrapped her arms around herself and looked out at the night sky through the window.
