He had actually guessed that Carl would sooner or later become entangled with her, but he didn't expect that day to come so soon.
During this time, the things the two of them did right under his nose, he merely turned a blind eye. Carl's talent was rare, and he still had to continue serving on the Southern Battlefield, so when he wasn't by Qiaoqiao's side, having Carl protect her was somewhat reassuring. This was also the most important reason he pretended to be unaware.
Zong Fang always considered more than just the present.
He originally planned to endure it until Carl took her away, but he didn't expect an uninvited guest, Leberli, to directly expose the situation.
Zong Fang, with his hair still wet, sat back on the bed, silently gazing at her sleeping face. He gently straightened the hair sticking to her temples with his hand and couldn't help brushing her face with his hand.
