After dinner, the father and son from the Cheng Family sat in the study.
Cheng Tianhao glanced at the constantly glowing cigarette between his son's fingers. "Smoke less."
Cheng Haoming paused, then stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.
The father and son sat facing each other in silence for a while before Cheng Tianhao broke it.
"I have to admit, your decision back then was right. Your judgment is better than your dad's."
"What?"
Cheng Haoming didn't quite understand what he meant.
Cheng Tianhao looked at him. "Su Qiao isn't a simple woman. She's extremely intelligent and capable! I never expected that even I would misjudge her."
Cheng Haoming froze for a moment. "Dad, you've got it wrong, don't you? Xiao Qiao is... She is pretty smart, but as for being capable..."
If they were talking about being capable, she was definitely nowhere near as capable as Mei Yuxin.
The rest of Cheng Haoming's words became difficult to say under his father's gaze.
Actually, even he no longer knew what the Su Qiao he knew was really like.
What had left the deepest impression on him was how, the last time they had discussed the divorce, she had immediately asked his father for eighty million.
And his father had agreed with barely any hesitation.
To this day, he still couldn't figure out what that had been about.
Cheng Tianhao knew that no matter what else he said, his son probably wouldn't believe him.
He ended this pointless topic and brought up another matter. "What did the people online say?"
Cheng Haoming was silent for a moment.
"That person is Xiao Qiao's die-hard fan. His background is a mystery. So far, all we know is that he's a man. His identity, age, address, and even his IP address are