The maturity and coldness between the boy's brows, so out of place on a sixteen-year-old, made Su Xiaomeng subconsciously look at him a few more times.
Even though the boy said just those two sentences and went back to his room, leaving only his thin, lanky back.
The one standing by the door was Wu Yao's wife, Lu Ping.
"Hel…hello."
Lu Ping had already felt suspicious when she heard the voice coming from the intercom at the door; now that they were face to face…
This woman looked only around twenty, even if the neat little suit she wore made her seem a bit more mature than her peers.
Her husband had died fifteen years ago. To say she was her husband's old friend, then…
Seeing the doubt written all over Mrs. Wu's face, Su Xiaomeng knew where her misgivings lay and hurriedly said,
"I know Mrs. Wu must find it strange. If I'm an old friend of Mr. Wu Yao, I do look a little too young."
Lu Ping nodded.
Su Xiaomeng took a deep breath.
"May I come in and sit for a bit?"
