Standing before them was a middle-aged man in his early forties.
Is this… Chen Zhiyuan?
No, it's not Chen Zhiyuan.
This man was different from Chen Zhiyuan's feigned composure.
The man before them had sharp, striking features, and an aura entirely devoid of any pretense.
Unfortunately, his face was pallid and sickly. After speaking, he clenched his fist and pressed it against his mouth as he coughed.
Yet, even in this state, the imposing presence he carried remained undiminished.
This is… Mr. Ling?
Oh my God, am I dreaming?
Xia Xiyan stood on the stage, her eyes wide in disbelief.
How is this possible?
Qiao Qianmo stood up in shock, staring blankly at the noble-looking man not far away.
The host discreetly wiped the sweat off their palms. "Sir… Are you saying Miss Summer is your…?"
"Daughter." The man lowered the hand resting against his mouth and firmly picked up where the host left off, repeating the word once more.
Stunned!
Utter, earth-shattering shock!!
