Chang Gensheng frequently glanced at his daughter.
Qi Chengxuan understood perfectly, and candidly said he wanted to see the flowers in Gu Shengyin's previous courtyard, making an excuse to leave them alone and give space to the father and daughter.
"Jiujiu, he…" Chang Gensheng wanted to ask many questions.
But a father, after all, is not like a mother; there are things he really found tough to ask outright.
Gu Shengyin, however, understood all his unspoken words.
She smiled, the radiance on her face full of happiness and joy: "Dad, I'm doing great, he's very good to me, and the Prince Ping's Mansion is also wonderful."
Chang Gensheng finally felt at ease.
His daughter's complexion doesn't lie, and her smile doesn't lie.
She's living well.
Chang Gensheng felt as though the stone pressing on his chest for three days and nights was finally moved away.
As long as she is doing well, that's enough.
This way he can be at peace.
