Murong Guangfu stood there, hesitating.
Should he go?
Should he stay?
Should he go?
Should he stay?
Seeing his father like this, Murong Ziqi patted Murong Guangfu on the shoulder. "Dad, I trust you. When I thought we should go, you said to stay, and I stayed. Now, I'm saying we should stay. Dad, do you trust me?"
"I... I trust you." Facing Murong Ziqi's earnest gaze, Murong Guangfu could only agree.
"Good." Murong Ziqi nodded.
The birthday party was drawing to a close as everyone finished their cake. Suddenly, Zheng Tianshi stepped forward, looked at Wu Tian and Murong Yezi, and announced, "Several old friends of mine wanted to come, but official duties prevented them from attending. However, they asked me to deliver their gifts."
"This..." Wu Tian and Murong Yezi were momentarily confused by this statement.
Wu Tian was especially curious. It made sense for Zheng Tianshi to be here since Wu Tian had saved his life. But what did that have to do with his old friends?
