LET US OFFICIALLY DATE

WANG CHEN'S POV

I stared at Bruno, completely frozen in place. His words rang in my ears, but I couldn't process them—couldn't make sense of what he was telling me.

"My father... came to Armand Inc?" I repeated, my voice hollow. It was as if I was asking a question that didn't have an answer. I searched Bruno's face for any sign that this was a mistake, some kind of misunderstanding, but all I saw was the same serious expression he always wore.

"Yeah," Bruno said with a slow nod. "He came by the other day, asked to see me, and made his way to my office"

My mouth went dry, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. This couldn't be real. My father, Chen, going to see Bruno. He'd warned me countless times to stay away from him, from Armand Inc., and now, he was the one making visits. It didn't make sense. None of it did. Unless he had found out about us/