The man holding her hand beside her... Who is he?
As the sedan chair moved, a gap appeared in his half-closed eyelids when he heard the servant's reprimand and more noisy sounds outside, and his eyes shot out two icy glints.
The scene of the two sharing sugar paintings, their intimate actions reverberating in his mind, his daughter seems very reliant on that man... Chaotic thoughts came and went, but Chen Qingyang knew that compared to the safety of Donggong Ruoshu, these matters were insignificant. So he took a deep breath, calmed his thoughts, and pondered again.
"Were those from the Han Prince's Mansion just now?"
Chen Qingyang slightly tilted his head and asked.
"Yes."
In the shadow under the blue curtain of the sedan chair, there was a ripple like water and then a faint voice came.
