After dinner, Song Song was forced to wash dishes in the kitchen, while Huo Junting sent Yuan Yuqi home—
Huo Chen went to the study to handle business, leaving only Xiao Jinghuai and Song Xueqin in the living room.
Xiao Jinghuai took a sip of tea and then got straight to the point, saying, "Aunt, actually, I had someone investigate you."
"Oh?"
Song Xueqin remained very calm, "So, President Xiao, did you find anything?"
"No, nothing at all."
Precisely because nothing was found, he became suspicious of her background, further convinced she wasn't just an ordinary person.
Song Xueqin smiled gracefully, lighting a cigarette, her whole persona becoming more enigmatic amidst the swirling smoke, "And then?"
Xiao Jinghuai recalled the dish on the dinner table just now; he had tasted it once when he was very young. The dish, though slightly altered in flavor, hadn't changed in essence, and it was made by someone extremely skilled.
"Aunt, could you tell me, who exactly are you?"
