The door was ajar, and Ji Wei pushed it open with a hand.
As she raised her eyes, she saw a figure sitting in Ji Yunli's usual leather swivel chair.
Ji Wei's face lit up with joy, and she blurted out, "Dad! You—"
Before she could finish, the person in the chair suddenly turned around. That seemingly understated and gentle face revealed its true colors—stunning yet cunning.
Ji Wei's eyes widened in shock.
"Why is it you!"
She stared at Tang Yi, who was sitting on the chair, her mind momentarily frozen.
Tang Yi chuckled softly, seemingly in a good mood, her eyes glinting with hidden resentment as she stared straight at Ji Wei, "Miss Ji, we meet again. Surprised to see me, aren't you?"
Ji Wei abruptly snapped out of it, quickly striding toward Tang Yi and demanding harshly, "Where's my father? What did you do to him!"
Hearing that, Tang Yi scoffed, "That's strange. Your own father's missing, and you ask me about it."
