Old men can be petty-minded.
Adding a title can avoid misunderstandings.
But as Liang Weining thought about her own face, and then sneaked another glance at the gang leader's handsome and mature features, in terms of resemblance, they simply weren't comparable in the slightest.
Who would be so blind to think they were father and daughter?
In her lifetime, she only had one dad, and that was Old Liang. Aside from him, discussion of anyone else was out of the question.
In a short time, a brainstorm had swept through her head several rounds.
By the window, Chen Jingyuan smoked in silence, his expression serene, watching the girl lost in her thoughts, knowing without guessing what she was pondering.
Little sister's mind was overly active.
Therefore, some matters needed to be set straight promptly, lest they lead to more complicated dreams.
