Zhuang Lijuan was overjoyed and she immediately leaped up from the couch to adjust her skirt.
She was wearing a deep crimson traditional cheongsam with a cardigan on her shoulders. Her hair was tied back and as a former dancer, she looked very elegant.
She was just a little annoying.
"Zhuang Heng, quickly get that woman to stand up. Your father is here, remember to show him some respect and don't make so much trouble."
Zhuang Heng ignored her.
Soon, a tall middle-aged man entered.
He was wearing a suit and his hair was waxed and shiny, with a long beard. He had a mighty aura.
Yan Jinyi found his aura to be very familiar. In the past, she had an enemy who was the leader of another fortress and he gave off similar vibes to this man.
'Is this Zhuang Heng's father?'
'Why does he look like a gangster boss?'
