Chapter 482
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"Come in and sit down," Rong Haiyue greeted them. "You just arrived?"
"Yes."
"Have you eaten?" Rong Haiyue took the gift from Li Sicheng.
"Yes, I just ate in the hotel," Su Qianci replied.
As soon as she was ushered in, she was attracted by the photo on the big cabinet at the door.
It was a family photo that had been enlarged.
Rong Anna's smile was like a flower, and Rong Haiyue's face had a faint but heartfelt smile of satisfaction. On the far right of them, the expression of the woman seemed a little distant and cold. In this photo, she seemed out of place.
"That is my wife," Rong Haiyue explained. "Doesn't she look a bit like you?"
"Rong Xuan," Su Qianci said. "It turns out that the last time she was in Kingstown Hospital, she went to see you."
"You met her?"
"Yes, when I was in the hospital, I first went to see you that night, and I met her in the hallway. She looked a bit cold."
"She has always been like this." Rong Anna smiled and served them tea. "The nanny went home for the New Year. I don't know how to make tea. I hope you don't mind."
"This is my daughter, Rong Anna. She is 21 years old this year, and should be one or two years younger than you. She can be considered your sister. Maybe you can become good friends."
"If she is 21 years old, she is the same age as me." Su Qianci felt she was old. "I am 21 years old, and my birthday is in October. I am not much older than her, right?"
Rong Haiyue was dazed. "Aren't you the daughter of Song Yifan? You should be 22 or 23 years old, right? "
Rong Xuan returned to him 22 years ago. With Su Qianci's face, he could already tell that she was her daughter. If she was the child of her and Song Yifan, then the child should be at least 22 years old. How could she be 21?
"How old she is is none of your business." A cold voice came in, and the sound of high heels sounded. "Do you still want to nibble on young grass at such an old age?" The voice was cold and not polite. Vaguely, there was even a bit of contempt. "She is the same age as your daughter. Rong Haiyue, you are too crazy."
Everyone turned their heads almost at the same time and saw the elegant and gorgeous lady at a glance.
Rong Xuan was wearing a sapphire blue cashmere coat with a thick ankle-length cheongsam inside. She was wearing high-heeled shoes that were at least five centimeters high, looking elegant and noble.
"Rong Xuan …" Rong Haiyue shouted. He already had a terrible guess in his heart. "Could it be …"
"You can go back." Rong Xuan looked at Li Sicheng and Su Qianci. "We need to deal with our family affairs. It is not convenient for outsiders to be present, so we will not see you out."
Su Qianci looked at her and couldn't help comparing her with the Rong Xuan in Song Yifan's photo.
Thinking of what Song Yifan had been through all these years, Su Qianci felt angry.
She stood up and asked, "Rong Xuan, are you Rong Xuan?"
Rong Xuan obviously had no intention of paying attention to her. Her expression was cold.
"My grandmother asked me to pass a message to you when I see you."
When Rong Xuan heard that, she turned her head and looked over. There was a trace of emotion on her cold face. She asked, "Your grandmother?"
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