Jiang Yi followed her father's gaze and looked out the window.
Except for the vast sky with scattered clouds, there was nothing there.
Suddenly, a caregiver passed by.
The caregiver was a woman in her forties, efficient in her work, but her taste was a bit eccentric.
She always wore a butterfly-shaped metal clip on her head, securing her gathered hair at the back...
Jiang Yi's gaze landed on that butterfly-shaped hair clip.
Suddenly, a flash of insight crossed her mind. She swiftly turned around, looked at her father, and asked, "Are you saying the person you want to see... is Sui Sui?"
A light finally appeared in Hu Zhonglian's eyes.
He nodded slightly at Jiang Yi, even his brows and eyes relaxed.
Jiang Yi guessed correctly.
The reason she thought of Sui Sui last was because of the butterfly clip on the caregiver's head.
