Chu Heng looked at Chu Zhiyi with a mix of helplessness and indulgence, "The little girl felt slighted and is having a spat with the family."
Chu Heng did not elaborate on the matter and quickly shifted the topic, "It's almost lunchtime. I'll treat you at Ching Kee Foods, how about that?"
"Sure, we'll be honored to dine courtesy of President Chu."
The reporters naturally wouldn't miss this chance to build a closer relationship with the executives.
Chu Heng gazed at Zhiyi, his face still displaying that calm demeanor, "Zhizhi, ride with Dad. Let's have a father-daughter chat."
The colleagues from the TV station immediately understood that President Chu intended to mend his relationship with his daughter and promptly ushered Chu Zhiyi to Chu Heng's side.
Chu Zhiyi cast a cold glance at Chu Heng.
He grabbed her arm, restraining her, and brought her into the office.
As soon as the door closed, Chu Heng's approachable expression vanished without a trace, turning stern and grim.