"Si Yu," Shu Yong's old face broke into a pleated smile as he approached Fu Siyu ingratiatingly, "you've come to work so early, you should take good care of your health."
Before he had married Shu Wan, Fu Siyu had reviewed the Shu Family's information. Though two years had passed, Fu Siyu's exceptional memory allowed him to recognize the people before him instantly.
His expression remained indifferent as he glanced at Shu Yong, "Who are you?"
Shu Yong's smile almost faltered, and with an embarrassed grin, he said, "Look at Shu Wan, she hasn't even introduced you to her family. I am her father, which means I am your—"
Shu Yong's phrase "your father" never made it out, withered under Fu Siyu's icy stare.
"We are family after all, and it's a pity we haven't met before."
As Shu Yong spoke, the good-looking woman standing behind him tugged at his sleeve, prompting him to remember something.
