Seeing Su Zhenzhu suddenly become so sensible, Su Qiandeng smiled and stood up, "Dad will go with you."
"No need, Dad, you've already worked hard enough during the day. I can go by myself," Su Zhenzhu declined.
Su Qiandeng said with great relief, "Good, then hurry over. We'll wait for you to come and eat together."
After Su Zhenzhu left, only Mu Qingli, Su Qiandeng, and Zhu Cuiping remained at the dinner table.
The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Especially for Su Qiandeng, ever since he accepted the 200,000 from the Mu Family, he simply couldn't look Mu Qingli in the eyes.
Because every time he looked into Mu Qingli's eyes, he would feel a sense of guilt, as if he had sold his child.
Zhu Cuiping got up and moved a plate of chicken in front of Mu Qingli, smiling as she said, "Qingli, you've loved chicken since you were little. Eat more later."