"Your Highness!" Gong Juechen suddenly flashed an even broader smile, yet his tone grew heavier, "This humble one is surnamed Gong, named Jue Chen. I hope Your Highness will remember that."
Su Chengyu felt a lump in his throat. How wonderful it would have been if this man was not the son of his mother's killer.
After he had finished the cup of tea in his hand without a word from Su Chengyu, Gong Juechen then set down the teacup and asked, "Does Your Highness have any other matters?"
Su Chengyu remained silent.
"Since Your Highness has no further matters, then this humble one shall take his leave." Having said this, Gong Juechen stood up, first giving Su Chengyu a respectful bow, and then turned to walk out.
"Cheng... Gong Juechen!" Su Chengyu suddenly called out to Gong Juechen, his voice filled with emotion. But the moment he stopped Gong Juechen, Su Chengyu did not know what to say.
