Her heart filled with agitation, such a family was indeed troublesome. Otherwise, who would bother to surveil her—a woman less significant than a grain of sand in Cang Hai?
Lost in thought, she suddenly heard the sound of a teacup lid hitting the table. With a quick glance, she saw Xing Liehuo's gaze nonchalantly sweep over her.
At first glance, it seemed calm and undisturbed, but in reality, it was sharper than a knife.
He was an unpredictable man, completely inscrutable.
Despite feeling a tremor in her heart, Lian Qiao maintained her principle: never show weakness. Meeting his gaze steadily, she wore a light but polite smile: "Thank you, Father-in-law."
As expected, upon hearing 'Father-in-law,' the other party frowned—it was within her expectations, but she insisted on addressing him that way. After all, wasn't she a polite and well-mannered young lady?
