In the past, every father-son meeting always ended in confrontation, with both parties departing unhappily.
This time was the first time the father's demeanor was so gentle, and naturally, Xicheng couldn't get angry either.
Swallowing the food in his mouth, he nodded lightly.
"I'll consider it."
Gai Wenhao's heart leaped with joy, and he turned to glance at his daughter, his expression growing even more tender.
"Come, eat more. You artists stay up all night, everyday; you'll ruin your health."
Watching his father keep serving him, Xicheng felt somewhat embarrassed.
"You eat too, don't fuss over me!"
Gai Yu, sitting opposite, watched the father and son, who for once did not argue, and smiled with relief.
The meal was peaceful, a harmony shared among the three of them.
After the meal, Gai Wenhao was just about to ask Xicheng to stay the night at home, and Gai Yu also chimed in to support the idea.