Ye Lantian's face was flushed, and after a while, shaking her head, she said, "I don't know if I like him, I just... really want to see him, really want to talk to him, really want to know what he's doing."
Ye Que, "..."
A pair of deep, melancholic eyes deeply stared at the little girl in front of him. Ye Que suddenly had a bad premonition.
Was it sadness?
He thought, it should be that!
His daughter was his beloved, and he thought he would raise her until she was thirty before allowing her to date and marry.
Unexpectedly, at only fifteen, she already liked someone.
Ye Que asked her, "Who is that person?"
Ye Lantian remained silent again.
With her head down, she dared not look at Ye Que, afraid that someone would find out about her little secret.
However, since she couldn't say it herself, it shouldn't be a little secret, right?
"Tianian, tell Dad, who is that person?" Ye Que said earnestly.
