"Dad, can't you stop looking at people through tinted glasses?" Fan Rui's face turned red with anger. "I didn't get the opportunity through messy relationships, so why look down on me?"
"Alright, it's a happy day, it's Dad's birthday. Let's not argue about this anymore." Fan Zhe glanced at his watch. "They should be arriving soon. Xiao Rui, give a little face, will you? Don't be so uptight. I'll go check outside."
Fan Jiaxiang glanced at Fu Mo, who was reading documents next to the coffee table, and poked her daughter with frustration, "Even the young master is a year younger than you. Look at what he's achieved and then think about what you've done. Aren't you ashamed?"
Fan Rui pouted her lips but didn't say much. Compared to Fu Mo, she admitted that she was far from his level, which is why she desperately chased after.
