"Well now~~ Let me take a look here, who is this that's come back? Oh my~ If it isn't our little needle-tongue? Leaving people bleeding with just a word. You're a real piece of work, you are!"
Seeing he was clearly upset, Ni Bingyan couldn't pretend not to notice. She quickly set down her bag, walked over, and sat down beside him.
Before she could even speak, Ni Guangli started in again with his passive-aggressive remarks. "I've been at home, so angry I can't even eat, and look at you, off enjoying hot pot at your second senior brother's restaurant?"
The hot pot base was a modified version of their own family's ancestral recipe; Ni Guangli recognized it the moment he caught a whiff.
"Second Senior Brother wasn't there today. I paid. I didn't freeload. So please, Dad, just drop it."
Even though her six "senior brothers" were like real brothers to her, Ni Guangli never allowed his daughter to take advantage of them.
