A middle-aged man stood in front of Suizi, his broad forehead and strong eyebrows suggesting authority. He was impeccably dressed, a clear example of leadership.
It wasn't Yu Jingting…
Suizi sighed softly.
She really missed him. She would think of him even when she nodded off.
"Do you need anything?" Sensing that the man was a bit too close for comfort, Suizi asked politely.
"Suizi," the man started, his voice unexpectedly hoarse, as if he had been suppressing it for a long time.
"Do I know you?" Suizi squints slightly, instinctively nudging herself away from him.
"You may not know me, but I know you. Do you still like the gift I sent you?"
The man's smile disappeared in the sunlight. Suizi couldn't make out his expression, but a thought slowly surfaced in her mind—
"Are you Fan—?"
"I'm Fan Gao. Perhaps your mother might have mentioned me."
"No, your name is more ominous than I imagined."
This unusual response from Suizi made the man raise his eyebrows in amusement.
