Jiang Zhengfeng looked at the resentment on his daughter's face and hurriedly said, "Wenhui, your mom's just like that. She'll be fine after tomorrow."
Jiang Wenhui had heard this line since she was a child, but now she was sick of it.
She stood up, the food sliding off her clothes; she looked as wretched as one could be.
"But I can't get over it." She finished speaking and went straight upstairs.
Watching her back, Jiang Zhengfeng wanted to say something, but in the end it only turned into a long sigh.
When all was said and done, it was his fault. If he hadn't made that mistake back then, mother and daughter wouldn't have ended up like enemies.
He told the maid to prepare a new dinner for Jiang Wenhui and was about to go out when he suddenly heard her voice coming from the stairs.
"Dad, where's Grandpa? Why isn't he at home?" Jiang Wenhui's voice was a little panicked.
