Chapter 526

Without turning his head, Zhao Tiezhu knew it was Miao Zhihui, who was currently eating. What could one say about her attitude, which always made it clear she didn't want to see her daughter? Zhao Tiezhu slammed his water glass onto the coffee table, picked up a grape, and popped it into his mouth, pulling a sour face. It was indeed unappetizing, falling far short of the quality of a Vigorous Grape; the gap was substantial. The sound of the glass hitting the table startled everyone in the hall. Miao Wenshan, sitting opposite him, shivered, feeling deeply displeased. As for Wang Ben, who had just been about to sit on the sofa, he straightened up instantly. It was clear he had heard such noises often enough to develop a conditioned reflex.