Qiao Family
The spacious living room, where the three sat, fell silent again after a few short and simple sentences.
Seeing her, Chen Hui felt uneasy inside, her mind blank in bursts.
And Qiao Yu simply didn't know what to talk about.
Their previous interaction pattern had always been that, when Zhao Shimeng wanted to talk to him, they chatted.
If she didn't want to speak, then whatever Qiao said, on any topic, she would almost never respond.
Zhao Shimeng was quite spontaneous, sitting opposite them and watching.
Once again, silence ensued, and Qiao Yu directly asked, "Is there something going on for this visit?"
Zhao Shimeng still wore a smile on her face, even with a smile, she carried a presence that was hard to ignore: "Indeed, there are some matters."
Qiao Yu, dressed in soft home clothes, sat upright. Having reached middle age, he maintained his physique well, exuding both elegance and a presence cultivated through years in the business world.
