Yan Jiang slowly looked up and gazed through the light at the woman behind the door.
Yan Jiang felt slightly dazed.
In his memory, Nan Yiyi had always been a simple and low-profile woman. She loved to wear white dresses at home and black pants in winter.
He rarely saw Nan Yiyi dressed up so gorgeously.
The beautiful and elegant suit made Nan Yiyi look even more charming in it. She must have been a famous beauty when she was younger.
That made sense. An ugly parent would never have such a handsome man like him.
Nan Yiyi's heart ached when she saw the coldness in Yan Jiang's eyes.
This child still hates me.
Closing the door gently, Nan Yiyi walked up to Yan Jiang slowly, not daring to sit down. Yan Jiang poured a cup of tea for Nan Yiyi and pushed it across the table. Only then did he look up and say to Nan Yiyi, "Sit, Ms. Nan. This is your territory."