Deng Jiaru then passed the phone to Gu Xize on the opposite side, who was dressed in a suit and glossy shoes.
Sitting in a restaurant atop a high-rise building, she admired the traffic flow below with Yun Qing, feeling that the lanes abroad were more unobstructed than in their home country and more pleasing to the eyes. Even the sky outside the window seemed bluer.
The elderly couple was casually chatting.
Gu Xize, on the other side, had already turned sixteen. Dressed in a slim, hand-tailored black suit, he exuded an air of calm and maturity, not resembling a sixteen-year-old youth, but more like a seasoned professional who had worked and strived on his own for many years and achieved immense success.
Upon closer inspection, he seemed too young, yet the gaze he emitted was filled with wisdom and insight.