Su Zhi, who was waiting by the side, suddenly felt the surrounding air turn chilly.
He tugged at his clothes and murmured that the International Association's weather was so strange.
How did a hot summer day suddenly turn so chilly?
"Alright, wait for me." Su Huiqing hung up her call.
With her lids lowered, no one could see her blood-tinged eyes.
"Uncle, I have something on and will come again tomorrow." Su Huiqing slowly took off her earpiece.
Her voice was terrifyingly calm.
Yu Shijin had already alighted and was leaning against the car door, surveying the pedestrians with his profound eyes.
The black car beside him reflected his high status.
But his face was impassive.
He stared into the distance, those cold, remote eyes of his looking rather empty.
He had no idea whether this was the right time to tell her about this.
