Chong Minggang tightly grasped the identification report in his hand, almost crumpling the thin piece of paper with his excessive strength.
His voice seed to leap from his mouth word by word: "You say that this report, you haven’t altered it yet?"
The doctor looked at his appearance and imdiately understood what was going on.
A faint sense of sympathy arose in his heart for this old friend’s plight, but what needed to be said still had to be said: "Yes, this is the correct result."
At this mont, Chong Minggang’s mind was filled only with burning rage, and he raised his head to look at his old friend: "Sorry, Old Yang, I probably can’t join you for tonight’s big dinner. Another day, I will definitely visit to apologize!"
The doctor Old Yang also knew that his old friend’s heart must be heavy at this mont.
He nodded, saying: "Between us, just go and attend to your own matters first."
Chong Minggang wasn’t in the mood to say much more to him, and directly stepped on the gas pedal, speeding back ho.
The family had already prepared dinner, and An Yan and An Wen were waiting for Chong Minggang to co ho for the al.
Chong Minggang rushed ho in anger, still rembering to make all the housemaids and servants leave.
The servants in the house were old-tirs, and seeing his deanor, they knew there was probably a major issue.
These people, they only needed to work well and earn their salary; such matters, of course, they should avoid as much as possible.
After everyone had left, Chong Minggang walked into the dining room.
An Yan also sensed sothing was off about the atmosphere, but An Wen happily said to Chong Minggang without realizing: "Dad, you’re finally back! I’m starving, just waiting for you to dine!"
When the An family mother and daughter were brought in, Chong Minggang had said he would treat An Wen as his own daughter in the future, having An Wen call him Dad.
It was originally just a polite remark, yet An Wen took it seriously, and from that day began calling him Dad more often than Chong Yuji, his own daughter.
This was rather inappropriate, but Chong Minggang thought of her as his daughter anyway, so there was no issue in calling him that.
But at this mont, when An Wen called him Dad, it was unbearably ironic in Chong Minggang’s ears.
He, Chong Minggang, had been shrewd all his life, and yet had been fooled so thoroughly!
"Shut up, who is your Dad? I’m not your Dad!" Chong Minggang, who hadn’t cursed in years, couldn’t bear it any longer and shouted out.
An Wen was instantly stunned by this reprimand.
Chong Minggang had always felt he owed her, and for so long, he hadn’t uttered a single harsh word.
Even with his dissatisfaction over the previous incident at the bar, he only kept it in his heart, never speaking to her in such a harsh manner.
The more An Wen thought, the more aggrieved she felt, and couldn’t help but redden her eyes, tears spilling down.
An Yan watched from the side, feeling pained.
She had lived all these years with only her daughter, who was her lifeblood, cherished dearly, and seeing her like this, how could she not be heartbroken?
Imdiately, her own eyes turned red too.
An Yan wiped her tears, her face pale, looking at Chong Minggang: "I know you might be upset with things outside, but don’t take it out on the child, okay? I know, I’m useless, I’m just a disgraceful Mistress, not your legitimate wife, and I can’t help with your career. So if you’re dissatisfied, direct it at , don’t vent on Wenwen, Minggang!"
This tactic of retreating to advance with a soft counterattack had always been An Yan’s forte, knowing full well that Chong Minggang would fall for it.
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