Until Meng Jin walked away, Tang Yue finally came to her senses and asked, "Sister An Yu, who was that?"
Meng Jin, dressed in a white shirt, carried an air of demeanor whether while walking or talking. His face bore the authority of someone long accustomed to being in a high position. His face looked somewhat familiar to Tang Yue, yet she couldn't quite place him.
What shocked Tang Yue the most was Meng Jin's temples frosted with white hair. He didn't appear to be very old, so why had his hair turned so white?
"Uncle Meng, he is the nominal father of Meng Yanzhi, and he manages all the mechanical research and development for the Meng Family," explained Qin Anyu earnestly. "Xiao Yue, you don't have to worry now. With Uncle Meng's influence, Meng Yanzhi won't dare to touch you."
"How old is he then?" Tang Yue couldn't help but ask.
