The man was not young, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, with hair flecked with gray at the temples.
As he stepped off the car, a bright light flickered in his eyes, making him seem very excited.
But not long after, he returned to calmness, as if reverting to his original state, yet it felt like he was deliberately holding back his emotions, hiding them all behind his eyes, turning into an endless vortex.
Even though Song Song was a bit slow to react, she realized at this moment that this man knew her mother, and their relationship… was not ordinary.
Song Xueqin clenched her hands tightly, her gaze turning elsewhere, "How do you know I'm here?"
The man smiled gently, "Perhaps it's destiny, the heavens still let me find you. Xue Qin, have you been well these past twenty years?"
"Very well, excellent." Song Xueqin beamed with a radiant smile, "Mr. Huo, are you satisfied with this answer?"
