The dining room was quiet. Only Qi Fanling was scooping up dessert with her little spoon, and the scraping of the spoon against her plate sounded slightly grating.
The Poulton Family Head's eyes were cold. After hearing Hua Jian's words, he refused outright. "Leaving when you've only just arrived? No."
Bo Lin quietly lowered his head and ate.
Hua Jian said, "Godfather, I'm informing you, not asking for your permission."
Clang!
The Poulton Family Head slammed his knife and fork onto the table. "I said no!" he snapped.
Bo Lin said coldly, "You've frightened the child again."
The Poulton Family Head's anger faltered. He stiffly turned his head to look beside him. Sure enough, the little girl who cried so easily was staring at him, looking rather lost.
At the sight of the cream clinging to the corner of her mouth, the Poulton Family Head's anger gradually subsided.
Ultimately, Hua Jian was a child too.
He reined in his anger and picked up his knife and fork again. "In three days, the family will host a grand banquet. You, Bo Lin, and the little girl will stay here for the next few days and choose your formalwear."
Hua Jian said, "What banquet? I never agreed to attend a banquet. Why didn't you discuss this with me beforehand?"
The Poulton Family Head sneered. "I'm informing you, not asking for your permission."
Hua Jian snapped, "You old man..."
"Little Flower Uncle!" Qi Fanling instantly turned wide eyes toward Hua Jian. "You can't hit Grandpa."
Hua Jian turned toward her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Why would Little Flower Uncle hit anyone? I'm just discussing something with Grandpa."
Hearing the little girl call him Grandpa, the Poulton Family Head's eyes flashed with satisfaction.
"At the banquet, I'll introduce you to everyone.