*Flashback*
Feng Mei stood in front of the punching bag and looked at the man standing in front of her. The man whose eyes and nose she possessed had an evil smirk on his face. He was standing in front of her with his hands in his pocket. This man was no other than her biological father. He was tall, handsome, and had a shaped jawline.
It seems the years had no effect on him, he looked like a thirty-year-old man even though he was clearly older. Feng Mei has always been mesmerized by how handsome and young her father looked. No wonder a rich heiress like her mother fell for him.
They stared at each other, the atmosphere was a little awkward as tension in the room got higher.
"Why am I here?" Feng Mei asked.
