Chapter 92

His eyes skimmed my appearance for a moment before a huge grin broke through his confused expression. “Cassandra Johnson. Qīn ài de (Dear) Xiăo Fú, it’s been a long time since I last saw you!” He settled the bucket of water on the ground and walked towards me. He laid his hands on both of my shoulders and took the chance to take a close look at me. Up close, I could see the sheen of sweat covering his forehead and the sweat stains on his shirt. I could see how he had aged...