Lan Baozhen cut the foie gras, eating contentedly, pretending not to hear Gu Xinzhou's words.
This was the first time she had ignored Gu Xinzhou so thoroughly.
And Fang Lingwei was called out by name.
She wanted to ignore her daughter but found she couldn't.
Almost everyone at the table was waiting for her reply, even sunny, nestled by the chef's side gnawing on a lamb shank, glanced over at the suddenly silent dining table.
Fang Lingwei's heart was naturally tumultuous.
She dared not look at Gu Yibo.
She just tried to remain calm and gave a detached smile, looking at Gu Xinzhou, "Then, I'm really sorry, because I haven't gotten a gift for him, nor have I had time to prepare gifts for anyone. Chinese people value reciprocity. How about I cook a meal by hand to repay everyone when my legs are more capable?"
Gu Yibo wanted to find a hole to crawl into from the moment his daughter spoke so freely!
He also never dared look at Fang Lingwei.
