Ou Lin stopped in his tracks. The light joy he felt vanished instantly. His mind spun.
'What? She's... young?'
His heart pounded and his thoughts raced.
'Why didn't Lianhua let me stay back then? I could've at least taken a look at her! I might have even tried to get close to her.'
But now… it was too late.
Gone. That chance was gone.
Lianhua, unaware of the storm inside Ou Lin's head, kept talking.
"You know," she said thoughtfully, "it was strange at first. Some people claimed they met Boss Su twenty years ago and helped her. But that doesn't make sense. Boss Su wasn't even born back then."
Ou Lin's eyes widened. 'She wasn't even born twenty years ago?!'
He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. 'That young? That means... she's probably even younger than me.'
Then, like a slap to the face, he remembered something.
