Qi Liu returned to his room, his brows furrowed.
He sat in silence on the sofa, staring at the laptop in front of him.
Yet, all he could think about was how Xu Qiaoqiao seemed to reject any mention of her father.
Who exactly was her father?
A thought suddenly surged into his mind, making him immediately shake his head.
Impossible, it couldn't be...
Just as he had thought, Xu Qiaoqiao was only 22 years old this year; it was impossible for Xu Ruohua to have been pregnant for two years and given birth to a child.
Qi Liu thought this and frowned.
He sighed as a video call came through on his laptop.
Qi Liu immediately answered; on the other side was a man nearly fifty, his face stern with a hint of bloodthirsty intent. His eyes held no emotion, and as soon as the call connected, he asked directly, "How's everything going?"
Qi Liu promptly responded, "I've made contact with the Xiao Family, and we've agreed to discuss the specific details of our collaboration tomorrow."
