He's always been cold-hearted and pragmatic, naturally not having much affection for his so-called niece. With a slight curl of his thin lips, John Foster nodded slightly: "Mm. You all go ahead."
After Henry Ford and his group left, Melody pulled John Foster's arm and came to the table, "John, what do you want to eat? I remember you like beef, shall we order a steak?"
John Foster withdrew his arm from Melody's palm, "I've already had dinner, Melody."
A flash of disappointment flickered in Melody's big eyes for a moment; her emotions were laid bare, evident on her pretty face. John Foster looked at Melody's face, which suddenly dimmed, looking like a wronged little rabbit, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned down and gently kissed her on the face, softly saying, "After you finish dinner, come to my house, alright? I'll have time tonight."
