I walked into my apartment, still riding the high from dinner with Bruno. But as soon as I opened the door and saw my father standing there, my mood took a nosedive. Chen Wei was a figure from my past—someone I hadn't seen or heard from in years. His sudden appearance was like a cold splash of reality after an evening that had finally felt right.
"Father?" I said, my voice edged with annoyance. "What are you doing here?"
Chen looked up from where he stood by the window, his expression a mix of surprise and something I couldn't quite place. "Wang," he said, his voice measured and calm, though I could sense an underlying tension. "It's been a long time."
"Yeah, it has," I snapped, letting the door close behind me. "I didn't expect you to just show up out of the blue."
He seemed unfazed by my tone; his gaze steady as he took in my reaction. "I came to talk to you. About recent events."
