Song Xiaowei didn't know much about Xu Yun's past. Even now, she had no idea what he actually did for a living or why he was so wealthy.
Before, she had assumed he was a second-generation rich kid, or maybe the son of a top government official.
But after visiting Xu Yun's hometown last time and meeting his mother, she discovered that his family actually lived in a small county, in a small, rather modest house.
Although it was over 100 square meters, compared to Xu Yun's mansion in Jiangcheng, it was only the size of his living room.
And his mother was so kind and approachable, just like an ordinary woman, without any noble air or overwhelming aura of wealth.
All of this felt jarring, completely out of proportion with the financial power Xu Yun displayed.
So Song Xiaowei could only wonder if his mother was a master of hiding in plain sight.
