She wasn't even married yet, but her heart was already leaning toward Ji Changqing. Qiao Hongchang felt as though all his efforts over the years to raise his daughter had been in vain. He felt deeply upset and instantly lost his appetite, setting down his chopsticks and leaving the dining table.
Qiao Leling glanced at the barely touched bowl of rice in front of Qiao Hongchang and asked, "Dad, you've only eaten a few bites, why are you stopping now?"
As he walked toward the stairs, Qiao Hongchang replied without turning his head, "Not hungry."
"You were fine earlier, weren't you? How come you suddenly lost your appetite?" Qiao Leling looked worriedly at Zhang, the steward standing nearby. "Uncle Zhang, is my dad feeling unwell?"
Zhang, who had served Qiao Hongchang for over twenty years and knew him well, said, "Sir is probably reluctant to see Miss go."
Qiao Leling didn't quite understand. "Reluctant to see me go? What do you mean?"
