"Mr. Su, is that right?" Luo Ling had been listening to Su Chen and Song Xiaotian chat for quite a while, and couldn't help but interject.
"Yes." For the first time, Su Chen's gaze openly landed on Luo Ling.
Although Luo Ling wore a thin veil, how could it possibly escape Su Chen's perceptive eyes?
Su Chen sighed lightly, "So beautiful."
The absolutely stunning face beneath the light veil flushed upon hearing Su Chen's unreserved compliment.
"Mr. Su, you're too kind."
"Beautiful is beautiful, I never praise people for the sake of flattering them," Su Chen said straightforwardly, staring into Luo Ling's eyes.
When had Luo Ling ever been so unabashedly stared at?
She couldn't help but lower her head.
But that didn't stop her from speaking her mind.
"Mr. Su, Grandpa Song is a man whose lamp oil has run dry. He won't live more than three days at most. Da... Uncle Da'er is his last attachment, and I ask you to please consider the wishes of an old father..."
