Hearing the sound of the door opening, several people looked towards the entrance together.
Upon seeing Gu Nanqiao, Fu Bainian's expression, which was somber, slowly eased into a smile. He gestured to her, "Xiaoqiao, come sit by your dad."
Xia Molan clenched her chopsticks tighter upon noticing the tender and indulgent look in his eyes.
Gu Nanqiao walked over, but she didn't sit next to him as instructed, instead choosing a seat at the end of the table, "Uncle Fu, I'm fine sitting here."
Xia Molan glanced at her and scoffed, "Putting on an act!"
When she had faced her alone earlier, she hadn't noticed her being so polite and well-behaved.
Fu Bainian covered his mouth and coughed, and only then did Xia Molan unwillingly close her mouth, without saying anything more.
Fu Lingfeng remained silent the entire time, not speaking, but every now and then, his peripheral vision would stealthily glance towards a certain corner.