Su Zixi moved briskly and, upon seeing He Jingyao seated on the sofa, her eyes brightened and she immediately prepared to pounce over.
But very soon, Su Zixi noticed there was someone else opposite He Jingyao.
A middle-aged man in a sharp suit, with a refined and stately air.
Most importantly, He Jingyao and he... bore a faint resemblance to each other.
Su Zixi suddenly realized the man's identity, and her heart skipped a beat!
The moment she saw him, he also looked over at her, his gaze piercing, causing Su Zixi to feel somewhat intimidated.
Fortunately, He Jingyao walked over to her with a smile, blocking He Yirong's overly sharp gaze.
"Come here, you haven't met Father yet," he said, ruffling her hair and leading her to sit down on the sofa.
"Dad, this is Zhixi," He Jingyao affectionately wrapped his arm around Su Zixi's waist and said to He Yirong.
"Dad... Hello," Su Zixi greeted him with a stammer.
