Xia Youbiao was over fifty, but because he took good care of himself, he still looked like he was in his early forties. He also stayed trim from playing golf regularly, avoided the greasiness that comes with middle-aged men, and still carried the refined and cultured air around him, appearing even more composed than in his younger days.
It made sense, though, since all three of Xia Youbiao's children were attractive, he himself must have been quite handsome. If he hadn't been good-looking, Wen Qunxiao wouldn't have fallen for him.
When Xia Siyu first laid eyes on her father, her immediate reaction was to frown: "Why are you here?"
Xia Youbiao felt awful. He had come all this way to see his daughter, only to be met with her disapproval. "Of course, I came to see you."
He had noticed her with Bo Yan the moment he entered, and of course, he had seen Qin Baizhou too, pausing for a moment.
