Zhonghai Mansion·Jiuxu.
Inside Villa 007.
Su Youji sat bolt upright on the sofa, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She timidly glanced up from time to time.
At that moment, a man who appeared to be in his early fifties was sitting on the sofa across from her.
His face was stern, his expression tense. He sat with his legs crossed, diligently flipping through a document in his hands, his sharp brows furrowing from time to time.
He was Su Youji's father—Su Zhenqing.
Sitting beside Su Youji was her mother—Tsuruta Mami.
In contrast to Su Zhenqing's cold demeanor, Tsuruta Mami had a much gentler expression and looked to be in her late thirties.
She had a petite and delicate figure, exuding the charm of a classical beauty. She was at that age when a woman is at her most beautiful and captivating.
THWACK—!
After an unknown amount of time, Su Zhenqing tossed the document onto the table and cupped his chin, sinking into a brief moment of thought.
