An Keke sent Ou Qi a Wechat message, told him the time and place, and waited nervously holding the phone, fearing that Ou Qi might be busy.

"I see." The short four words, like a reassurance, let Ankeke breathe a sigh of relief.

The hotel is the most luxurious in the whole city, which can be seen from the rows of luxury cars at the entrance of the hotel. The people who come in and out of the restaurant are either rich or expensive, and everyone is full of jewels.

An Keke was wearing a long red dress. Although it was a conservative style, she always looked a little more sexy when she wore it, making men unable to look away.

According to the address, under the guidance of the waiter, An Keke pushed open the door of the room and saw An Qingshan and Huang Yingqiu sitting quietly at the dining table.

"Dad, why is my sister not here for a family dinner? Should I call her?" An Keke asked knowingly.

Huang Yingqiu smiled slightly, stood up from the chair, and waved to Enkeke, "Come and sit next to us. Your sister has something to do and can't come. She already called us."

An Keke had already guessed that this was the result, and smiled lightly, "Is there anything wrong with my sister, or I will help her. Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's just a meal, not as important as my sister."

Hearing An Keke's words, the smile on Huang Yingqiu's face became more and more smug, this girl is so stupid, she really didn't notice anything wrong.

"No need, your sister can handle it by herself. It's rare for the family to eat together. If your sister can't come, what's the point if you go back too?"

Sitting down on the chair, An Keke didn't dare to eat indiscriminately, but just sat quietly. She didn't know which things in front of her were problematic.

"Ke Ke." An Keke's father, An Qingshan, said, with a kind smile on his face, but the smile was a bit awkward, "It just so happens that Dad has an important guest who is coming to my house, so I will ask him to come and have dinner with us. Be polite for a while, and don't cause any problems."

Is the important guest Mr. Li?

An Keke nodded obediently, without showing any flaws, "Good dad."

Her heart sank slightly, and her body gradually became cold. Why did the person who said this to her be her father?

Is today's plan Huang Yingqiu's idea, or is it his idea?

Originally thought that An Qingshan didn't know what happened today, but now it seems that this matter is not as simple as he imagined.

She thought to herself: Dad, I am your own daughter, you will not have the heart to push me into the fire pit, will you?

Huang Yingqiu was very satisfied when she heard An Keke's answer. This girl will definitely not know what will happen next.

Seeing the smile on Ankeke's mouth, Huang Yingqiu asked: "Keke, you seem to be very happy today, what's the matter?"

An Keke shook her head lightly, "Auntie, I...forget it, you guys will know in a while."

The rooms were pushed away, and an old man walked into the room slowly.

The old man was staggering and was leaning on a walking stick. If he hadn't been helped by a waiter, he might have fallen to the ground. Although he was well dressed, it was still difficult to hide the fact that he was not young.

Li Zhengyuan is Mr. Li.

Li Zhengyuan glanced at the people in the room, and finally his eyes fell on An Keke.

An Keke looks young and beautiful, especially her fair skin that looks like it has been washed with milk. It seems that people can't help but hold her in their arms and caress her.

Li Zhengyuan, who had seen many beauties before, couldn't help but straighten his eyes when he saw Encore.

"Mr. Li, please sit down. Our family will be waiting for you for a long time." An Qingshan's attitude was respectful, and the smile on his face was very false, perfectly interpreting what slavishness is.

Turning around and glaring at An Keke, "This is the old Li I've been telling you all along."

An Keke kept her head down, lest Mr. Li's eyes fall on her, and pretended that she didn't see him. Now that An Qingshan yelled, she couldn't pretend anymore. JrNovels.com