Chu Yi was quite gentle today. Not only did he not lose his temper, but he also hugged Su Yao and chatted with her for a while.
Tell me, how did you live in the past?" Chu Yi asked Su Yao as he read the document.
Sitting in Chu Yi's arms, Su Yao's heart was cold, but there was a faint smile on her face. "My parents immigrated to America a long time ago. I grew up in America."
Chu Yi paused in his actions. "You grew up in America too?"
Su Yao looked at Chu Yi in confusion. "Young Master, is there a problem?"
Chu Yi shook his head. "It's nothing. Continue."
Chu Yi's study had huge French windows.
A gentle breeze blew in from the garden outside the window, lifting Su Yao's hair and wrapping it around Chu Yi's shoulder.
The butler stood outside the door and looked from afar. Chu Yi was carrying Su Yao, and the study was silent. He thought that Old Master was right. As long as a man had a new one, the old one was nothing.
