In the living room sat a woman dressed in understated simplicity.
Her hair was gathered into a bun, her face bare but her complexion was still decent. She sipped water from a tea cup in small mouthfuls, and hastily stood up in a flustered manner when she saw Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou enter.
"President Huo."
Her gaze shifted to Qiao Xi, her emotions complex, and finally she called out, "Xixi..."
Qiao Xi had not expected Zhao Yuzhen to be the visitor.
She once longed to receive maternal love from her, but was repeatedly disappointed.
"Please, have a seat."
Huo Xingzhou said indifferently, pulling Qiao Xi to sit on the other side.
Zhao Yuzhen slowly took her seat, her gaze lingering on Qiao Xi as she said, "I heard... you already know your true origins? Indeed, you are not my daughter."
Qiao Xi's gaze dropped, "Yes."
The Huo Family had sought Zhao Yuzhen to clearly understand the details of the past.
