"Mom, you guys go to the hotel first. I have something to take care of, I'll drive there later myself." After what happened yesterday, Qian didn't want to avoid Qiuqiu's dad anymore.
"Try not to miss the start of the banquet—how about asking Liumei to go with you?" Qian's mom knew that Liumei had practiced martial arts, and if there was a problem, she could easily take someone down with one kick.
Qian shook her head, "No need."
At this time, perhaps because of his lame leg, Qiuqiu's dad looked completely different from the impressive entrance he made last time, and he appeared very haggard.
Seeing Qian's family come out, Qiuqiu's dad's lips moved slightly.
He clearly remembered how Qian's mom tricked him that day; he stood upstairs chatting with that seemingly dementia-stricken lady until he fainted from heatstroke!
This woman sure knows how to mess with people...
"Mr. Chen, I specifically came to find you! Can we talk?" Qiuqiu's dad smiled apologetically at Qian.
