Not far away, Ye Qizu looked at the composed woman on stage with admiration in his eyes. He couldn't help but say to Ye Siyuan beside him, "When you have the chance, you must properly thank her adoptive parents for raising such an outstanding daughter."
Ye Siyuan smiled and said, "Of course, even if Father didn't say it, I would thank them properly."
Ye Qizu wanted to say more, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wen Qizhao and Wen Ningyu beside him. The smile on his face slowly faded.
Ye Siyuan followed his gaze, and upon seeing Wen Ningyu, his hands involuntarily clenched tightly.
Wen Qizhao walked straight toward Ye Qizu and his daughter with a friendly smile, "Old Man Ye, it's our turn to go on stage soon. Are you going first, or should I?"
Ye Qizu, quite unappreciatively, said, "Who told you I was going on stage?"
