Then he continued, "That lass is Anzi's daughter, right?"
Xuxu froze, slightly nervous.
Of course, she knew who he was referring to—Xiaojiao.
Although Xiaojiao looked like Su Yue, attentive ones could tell that the little lass resembled her father in some ways.
She pressed his lips together. Her silence gave him his answer.
Ever since they were young, she never once lied to Jiang Zhuoheng. She promised that she would never lie to him, and they had an unconditional mutual trust ever since.
Jiang Zhuoheng attained his answer, and he chuckled softly.
It wasn't clear why he chuckled.
Xuxu frowned. "What was that for? You can't tell this to anyone, especially Ming Ansheng."
Her voice was close to a whisper.
Jiang Zhuoheng smiled. "Then have a glass with me. Or else I'll turn around and tell him right now."
His calculating eyes gleamed slyly.
It was a rare opportunity to tease her.
