By the time she was done, Zhao Limei had finished cooking lunch. Unfortunately, an uninvited guest arrived and disrupted lunchtime.
This was the first time Zhao Limei was meeting the gloomy-faced Si Zhihan. She was just about to make tea when Si Huang stopped her. "You can go home now, Auntie Zhao. You don't have to come over in the afternoon either."
"Okay." Zhao Limei packed up and quietly left.
Si Huang and Si Zhihan were the only ones left in the living room.
This was the first time Si Huang was meeting Si Zhihan in person since her return.
Si Zhihan was turning 40 years old this year, but he looked more like a man in his 30s. He had the face of a handsome, cultured man. Time had no effect on his charm. Si Zhihan, who had been sitting in a high position for many years, carried himself with a kind of maturity that no young man could ever have—the charm of a successful man.
