"Hasn't General Xiang arrived yet?" Sang Yan walked to the table and sat down, bending over to lift Ye Qianning onto a chair.
"He was held up by something. Judging by the time, he should be here soon," Gu Shuo said, averting his gaze.
Ye Qianning's large, watery eyes scanned the room. Her gaze moved constantly among the three men. It had to be said that all those present were dignified and a cut above the rest.
"Which one of you is my daddy?" she asked in a soft, childish voice, her big eyes full of innocence.
Qian Fanji's hand, which was holding his teacup, paused. He stared at the little girl, a hint of softness in his gaze, but… he didn't like children.
"None of you are?"
Receiving no answer, Ye Qianning lowered her head and whimpered, looking somewhat disappointed.
'This affected act is making even me cringe.'
Seeing this, Sang Yan couldn't help but glare at the others. She was just a child, after all.
