Rong Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer and stood there laughing.
After getting her fill of laughter and enduring Rong Siyuan's eye-rolls, Rong Qingqing put away her gloating smile and sincerely expressed her thanks.
"Thanks, Dad. When I have time, Shen Jue and I will treat you to dinner!" Rong Qingqing threw out an empty promise and then picked up her bag, ready to leave.
Rong Siyuan, seeing this, scolded in annoyance, "It's already this late, you're already here, can't you have lunch with me before leaving, is it that urgent?"
"Yes, it is. I'm in a hurry to have lunch with your future son-in-law." Rong Qingqing's voice came from outside the door, followed by the sound of her briskly leaving in heels.
Rong Siyuan sat in his chair, looking at the specialty gifts Rong Qingqing left on the table, and laughed to himself in exasperation.
"What kind of troublesome daughter did I raise? Wait half an hour just to ruffle my feathers?"
