Elder Griffin was fond of tea ceremonies, so the Griffin family had a tea room.
When they got to the tea room, Amanda Jenkins brewed a cup of tea for Gavin Jenkins and handed it to him with both hands, her lips slightly upturned, "My tea art is not as good as Anastasia's, but please, Dad, have a taste."
Gavin Jenkins took the teacup and had a sip, his expression grave, "You know about Anastasia's trouble, don't you?"
"Yes." Amanda Jenkins nodded, took a sip from her teacup with a composed face, "I have heard some things."
"Amanda," Gavin Jenkins put down the teacup and sighed lowly, "she has caused a serious mess this time, her path in the design industry is cut off. Could you help me by persuading Lucas not to sue Anastasia?"
Amanda Jenkins looked at Gavin Jenkins.
He really had aged. His eyes no longer shone as brightly as before, and at this moment, his pleading gaze seemed so fragile.
She no longer felt the stalwart presence of a father.