Song Anqi was taken out.
The meeting place was very secluded, not the usual visitation room for relatives, but a room she had never been to before, led by an instructor.
She thought it was her father, Song Huaizhong, who was going to see her, and she felt a bit expectant, wanting to ask about her mother's health.
However, to her surprise and astonishment, the person meeting her was not her father, but someone else altogether.
It was a middle-aged man in his fifties, and because he wore a mask, she couldn't see his face clearly.
Yet his beard and eyebrows were all gray, and his slanted eyebrows were raised, combined with his bright eyes, he appeared full of energy.
Moreover, he was dressed in a well-made Zhongshan suit, indicating his distinguished status at a glance.
But Song Anqi racked her brain and still couldn't figure out who this middle-aged man might be.
