What's So Great About Being a CEO? Isn't Setting Up a Stall Better? (70)
Su Qiao looked at him coldly. Only after a long while did she move aside. "Come in!"
Su Yunyang entered the house and looked over its decor and furnishings.
Su Qiao took a pair of disposable white slippers from the shoe cabinet by the door, the kind they had in hotels, and tossed them onto the floor. "Change your shoes. Don't dirty my floor."
"Okay."
Although Su Yunyang felt somewhat displeased, he did not lose his temper. He bent down to change his shoes before entering the living room.
Once he had settled onto the sofa, he saw that Su Qiao showed no intention of pouring him a drink or playing host. He finally understood her attitude toward him.
It was probably about the same as her attitude toward an enemy!
Still, he did not care.
"Xiao Qiao, I'm your father. Do you... still remember me?"
Su Qiao was speechless.
Whether I remember you or not, don't you have any idea yourself?
When her original self had left with her mother, she had been just over a year old, not even two. She had only just learned to walk and talk. What could a child that young remember?
"So what if I remember you? And so what if I don't? You and I haven't had anything to do with each other for a long time."
Su Yunyang adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said gently, "Xiao Qiao, no matter what, our blood relationship can't be severed."
Is he trying to play the emotional card?
Su Qiao did not give him a chance to continue. With a cold expression, she said, "If you have something to say, say it. I don't have that