The man looked to be around forty, but he was unusually handsome. His peach blossom eyes were particularly striking—beautiful and captivating. Even with his cold expression, his eyes seemed to hold a hint of a smile, drawing people in without them even realizing it.
The Princely Heir had once tasked Jiang Shi with investigating Father Zhi's life story. Jiang Shi was always meticulous and had even procured a portrait of Father Zhi at the time. When the Princely Heir was reviewing the information, he had been standing behind him and had caught a glimpse of the portrait.
He looked identical to the man standing before him now.
And when he recalled the Miss's identical eyes, a wave of horror washed over Chen Jiu.
'Could this man before me be the late Jurong County Magistrate, the Miss's biological father?'
At this realization, Chen Jiu broke out in a cold sweat.
'How can this be?'
'Didn't Father Zhi pass away five years ago?'
'But if this man isn't Father Zhi, who is he?'
