To My Dear Mr. Huo

Su Chenghui froze for a moment, then quickly turned his face away. It turned out that the person who came was Su Qingsang. He was stunned, and stared blankly at her walking towards Xiang Caiping.

"Mom." Su Qingsang glanced at Su Chenghui after calling Xiang Caiping: "Dad?"

Why is he here too?

"You, why are you here?" Su Chenghui's face was more surprised than her, he looked at her, then at Xiang Caiping: "You, you—"

"Cheng Hui, the past is the past. Now, I am very satisfied."

When Xiang Caiping was talking, she looked at Su Qingsang, her hands were twisted together, and she seemed a little at a loss: "Qingsang, I was thinking of going to get you a cake. This is not—"

Su Qingsang saw it just now, and also saw Su Chenghui.

She didn't expect that she would run into Su Chenghui just out for a meal. Looking at the two people with different expressions in front of them, and then at the cake that fell on the ground.

"It's all right. The box is pretty thick. It doesn't look like it's broken."

Su Qingsang stepped forward and picked up the cake again. She looked at Caiping again: "Mom, you—"

Su Chenghui only saw the cake now, and only now remembered: "Qing Sang, today is your birthday?"

When Su Qingsang faced Su Chenghui, he was far from being as close and comfortable as when he was facing Caiping: "Yes, yes. Today is my birthday."

Su Chenghui suddenly stood there still, because he saw Xiang Caiping's eyes full of shock and disbelief.

He was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Mom." Sensitively, Su Qingsang noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and she raised the cake in her hand: "I'm afraid Jin Yao is still waiting for me. You guys talk first. I'll go in first."

While speaking, she glanced at Su Chenghui again, and hurried towards the direction of the box.

Xiang Caiping hadn't recovered from the question just now, she just stared at Su Chenghui, the shock in her eyes slowly turned to disappointment.

"You don't even know that your daughter's birthday is today?"

It's just one sentence, but Xiang Caiping can already know a lot from this sentence.

She was thinking about that family portrait, about Su Chenghui standing beside Li Qianxue with a smile on his face, and about his son and daughter.

She thought of Su Qingsang's birthday today, only with Huo Jinyao. And she saw the grand banquet and the scene of the grand banquet in Su Yuxin's photo.

Her daughter's birthday was deserted. And Su Chenghui, the biological father, didn't even know his daughter's birthday?

"Caiping." There was a flash of anxiety in Su Chenghui's eyes, and he wanted to explain: "I—"

"Su Chenghui."

Xiang Caiping's lips were drawn into a straight line, and her face, which was no longer young, was full of disappointment, accusation, regret, and guilt: "I was wrong. I was really wrong. I should take her Now, I should have taken her. I shouldn't have given her to you."

"Caiping, listen to me, I—"

Xiang Caiping didn't want to hear it. Today is her daughter's birthday, today Su Qingsang just admitted him, she just called her mother.

She is now going to be with her daughter.

"Caiping. I—"

"President Su, why did you take so long on the phone?"

Someone in the box came out to look for Su Chenghui at this time, it seemed to be joking on the surface, but it was flattering.

For the first time in his life, Su Chenghui was tired of these entertainments, so he glanced at that person coldly. The man was caught by Su Chenghui's aura, and he shrank his head back for a moment.

But in such a short time, Xiang Caiping had already returned to the private room where Su Qingsang and Huo Jinyao were staying.

Four more. . .