He thought for a moment, seemingly enlightened, his gaze sweeping around the banquet hall, and then he suddenly let out an epiphany-like sigh.
"You..." He looked at his daughter beside him with a mix of heartache and helplessness, "If you can't bear to let go, then go and fight for it."
At least He Jingyao didn't have any female companions by his side.
Yet Zhixi stubbornly shook her head, "Dad, I'm really okay."
"Is that so?" Gu Bingjun laughed ambiguously, suddenly walking towards He Jingyao.
Zhixi's body tensed up instantly, she glanced pleadingly at her father, but Gu Bingjun ignored her seeking help, walking straight ahead without glancing to the side, even flashing a smile when He Jingyao looked over.
"Mr. He." Jingyao also smiled, taking a few steps forward to greet him, his attitude could not be more respectful.
"Mr. He." Gu Bingjun nodded to him, "Long time no see. I owe much to your care during my trip to Yangdong City."
