Su Yuqing’s fingers lingered on the study door handle for three seconds.
The blue glow of the electronic lock highlighted her pale knuckles, and the scent of sandalwood wafting through the door gap mingled with the smell of her father’s signature cigars. She suddenly remembered her twentieth birthday; it was right here, in front of this very door, that her father had placed a diamond-encrusted key into her palm and said, "Everything the Su Family owns is yours."
"Including the lies, Father?"
Chapter 22