After decades of traditional meat and vegetarian fillings, with the most exotic being mackerel-filled dumplings, Tang Chuang compromised.
No sooner had Zhang Zhi entered the door than she heard the mention of fried rice dumplings, which caused her to involuntarily tug at the corner of her lip.
The father and daughter inside the room turned their heads towards her when they heard noises.
"I just got news," she lifted her hand and waved her smartphone, "Zhang family company is in crisis, Zhang Erche had a heart attack right at the police station and was rushed to the hospital, and it was Fan Zhizhang who was pushing things from behind."
"Your brother is foolish."
Tang Chuang, still holding his child, gently rubbed his cheek against Little Bun's and criticized Zhang Erche.
"Fan Zhizhang has wild ambitions. He never planned on cooperating with the Zhang family. And yet your brother was so eager to approach him."
Tang Chuang scoffed softly.