Having waited until they exited the private room, Fu Ting breathed a long sigh of relief.
As someone's daughter-in-law, she didn't feel it was her place to say much.
However, Jiang Chengren understood her meaning.
"Let it be, from now on we'll just say we're busy with business and avoid coming here too often."
As a fairly traditional man, Jiang Chengren placed great importance on filial piety.
But it seemed Jiang Qing had gradually exhausted this sentiment.
Upon hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Fu Ting's face, "Aze, let's go home."
Jiang Chengren drove out the family car that was parked in front of the restaurant plaza.
As usual, he had his son sit in the middle seat in the back.
Jiang Chengren had heard that it was the safest part of the car.
Though not many families owned a car nationwide, the Jiang Family had two, and Jiang Chengren had learned to drive at the earliest opportunity.