I stared at the piece of cake in front of me, with only one thought in my mind - my dad was finished.
It started three minutes ago. For my sixth birthday, the Gu family booked the entire top floor of the Peninsula Hotel. My mother, Shen Qinghuan, personally made me a three-layer cake with six candles on it. My father, Gu Hanzhou, was sitting in the main seat, wearing a straight suit and an expressionless face, as if he were attending a business dinner.
But I can hear his inner voice.
"Qing Huan looks like a fairy when she cuts the cake."
I almost dropped the fork in my hand. Turning around to look at my mother, she was cutting the cake with her head lowered and her long hair hanging down covering half of her face, and her fingers were shining white. My dad's expression was completely still, and he was even frowning—looking like he was thinking about next week's acquisition.
