Shen Chuwei watched the immaculate National Master sit with her on the ground, which seemed out of character for him.
In her eyes, the National Master was someone of high status and extremely formidable. Sitting with her on the arch bridge, she felt it somehow diminished his stature.
Jun Moqing's voice was gentle and tinged with tenderness, "How could I possibly mistake my own daughter? I raised you myself; I can recognize you at a glance."
Shen Chuwei looked at the National Master in confusion. Initially feeling guilty, she now felt quite the opposite.
Because the National Master was so sure she was the one, even if she denied it, he would probably stubbornly insist it was her.
So, even if her identity was exposed, would the National Master not be angry?
Maybe because the National Master was too kind, the tone of conversation became more relaxed.
