Jiang Qiuyun sighed.
She could immerse herself in role-playing, but she absolutely didn't want to face her real father—disgust, resentment, fear... so many complex emotions hovered in her heart.
Her childhood was more like a nightmare; her mother was sacrificed to the Evil Gods, and she almost got eaten herself.
Even today, she could recall those fangs in the church and the man's frenzied, hideous face twisted into an unspeakable monster.
"Hello, I'm Jiang Haiping, the CEO of Dawn Star Company. May I know what the honorable guest requires?"
At this moment, the female secretary from the opposite side entered the office and handed over to a CEO. The familiar voice of the man made Jiang Qiuyun startle; she tightly grabbed Chu Yi, her charming face turning ghostly pale.
With one hand around little Qiuyun's slender waist, Chu Yi took her measurements on her proud figure and answered the call indifferently:
"Are you the Jiang Haiping who pretends to be Qiuyun's father?"
