It was a photo of Shi Beiyu and his father.
His appearance had always been similar to his father's, and the resemblance grew even more with age.
Mu Siyin subconsciously walked over and stared at the photograph. "You look so much like your father."
Shi Beiyu curled his lips slightly. "Naturally."
Mu Siyin looked at Shi Beiyu in the picture, who was wearing his school uniform and had a babyface. She smiled and said, "You looked so young back then."
Shi Beiyu raised his eyebrows. "It's not that I look young. I was young."
Mu Siyin continued smiling as she said, "How old were you at that time? Were you in your teenage years?"
Shi Beiyu took a breath. "16."
That year, he lost his father.
Mu Siyin frowned and said in a low voice, "That was…" 12 years ago?
Shi Beiyu did not want Mu Siyin to press on what happened twelve years ago, so he sat down in front of his desk and pulled her onto his lap.
"Let us start work."
