Ying Ziyao wasn't someone good at conversation, he dryly praised Xu Xingguang: "You've grown tall, the last time I saw you, you were just a little girl."
Xu Xingguang couldn't remember when she had seen Ying Ziyao.
"Everyone says I take after my mom." Xu Xingguang asked Ying Ziyao, "Uncle Ying, do you think I look like her?"
Ying Ziyao gazed at Xu Xingguang's face, momentarily lost in thought.
After a pause, he said, "Your appearance is similar, but not your character, way of speaking, or temperament." He added sharply, "You're smarter than your mom."
Her mom was quite foolish.
Ying Ziyao put down the documents and walked to the window.
From his position, he could also see the garden of orchids below.
Ying Ziyao pushed open the window and, looking down at the orchid garden, fell into memories. He said, "When she wrote stories from a god's perspective, she was smart, but when it came to her own love life, she was like a fool, unable to understand anything."
