Li Anqing stroked his chin, watching with great interest, then turned to his own daughter and said, "Ahai definitely knows martial arts."
Li Qinghe nodded.
Li Qinghe also felt that Ahai was no simple person; his family background should be quite good.
She didn't believe Ahai had really lost his memory. She'd seen Ahai's palms: they had calluses, but definitely not the kind you get from farm work. Judging from Ahai's stance when chopping firewood, Li Qinghe guessed those calluses came from martial arts practice. Normally he must live a pampered life, not knowing how to do any chores. But fortunately he was pretty smart and picked things up fast.
Out of the corner of his eye, Li Anqing caught his daughter's satisfied expression and shivered. No way, had his daughter really taken a liking to this man?
Ahai had finished chopping the wood and turned to Li Qinghe with a smile. Li Qinghe smiled back, handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, and Ahai's grin widened even more.
