Su Yin walked up to Jin Mo, her eyes filled with complexity and tinged with redness. Time had been almost kind to this beautiful woman, leaving her with not many traces of age—she was still so beautiful.
"Momo, I..."
As soon as Su Yin began to speak, she met Jin Mo's icy gaze and suddenly choked up, guiltily lowering her head, her eyes misty.
"Su Yin? Why are you here?" Deng Huixu asked, her face full of astonishment.
She harbored resentment towards Su Yin, yet as a woman, she also had a hint of understanding. A brilliant dancer's mind is filled with freedom, not bound by life and children, especially given that the Jin family owed tens of millions in debt, an amount difficult to repay overnight.
Jin Mo gave Su Yin a cold glance. She was dressed in black, evidently here to see her father, and was holding the hand of a little boy who timidly looked at Jin Mo.
She took Deng Huixu's hand and walked past Su Yin without wanting to interact with this woman.
