Because Ming Ge always had a foreboding feeling.
Ming Zhiyuan's tone was cheerful, betraying no sign of anything amiss, as he said, "Xiaoge, you're filming a variety show, right? Has Daddy disturbed you?"
"No." Ming Ge said, "Dad, how did you know?"
Ming Zhiyuan: "It was yesterday that Ming Ci told me; I found out that little rascal actually wanted to go on the show with you."
Saying this, the forty-something-year-old man, who could certainly be considered the president of a jewelry company, sounded somewhat aggrieved in his tone.
This wasn't Ming Ge's imagination.
Her old man was indeed jealous, "Xiaoge, you'd rather ask him and not even inquire with Daddy, and you kept it from me."
Ming Ge couldn't help but laugh.
When she wanted to ingratiate herself with someone, it was very easy for her to cheer them up.
After a few words, Ming Zhiyuan's voice on the other end of the phone brightened up again.
The fans were amazed.