The intimate move made Su Qianci freeze briefly. She looked up and saw the fatherly look in Song Yifan's eyes. He was really treating her like his daughter. Something hit Su Qianci's heart. Father. An unfamiliar word. The word that she had coveted for more than two decades. Su Qianci did not resist Song Yifan's touch and nodded. Seeing that, the band all smiled, and no one said anything again.
In the concert hall of the capital opera house, all the guests were the leadership of the country and the diplomats overseas. After listening to the performance quietly, applause sounded like thunder. Even backstage, Su Qianci could hear the compliments everyone paid to Song Yifan. Was a man like this truly her father?
It was frisky at night in Kingstown in October.
After dinner, Li Weiya and Tang Mengqing talked and laughed as they went back to their dorm. Suddenly, Tang Mengqing got a call.
"I'm at the woods on the left side of the school. Come here alone."
