In the office, Zhao Zihao and Mr. Du exchanged glances. He still remembered pouring Mr. Du a cup of hot water, closing the door, and drawing the curtains. The steam from the cup rose leisurely as Zhao Zihao returned to his seat, his expression composed, devoid of the agitation that typically follows a loss.
However, through the drifting steam, Mr. Du could sense that Zhao Zihao was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface. After all, he had raised him for twenty years; while he couldn't completely decode Zhao Zihao's inner thoughts, he could grasp some of the emotional turmoil within.
He picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and then began to speak: "Your mother and I grew up together. To me, she was like my own sister. Later on, she got together with one of my best friends, and then she had you. After your father passed away due to illness, your mother lived abroad with you, where she eventually met Qin Weizang from Hanhai."
