She wanted to know the outcome, but Yan Zhan kept his thoughts so deeply concealed that she wondered how she could coax the words out of him.
Her scalp tingled with frustration. As a talented psychology student, Zhan Se had always maintained a curious mind eager for research. After pondering for a moment, she decided not to beat around the bush. Clearing her throat, she asked outright.
"Is your foster father the 'Xiang' from Quan's Five Arts?"
Yan Zhan probably hadn't expected her to be so direct. His gaze flickered as he turned to look at her, and he appeared to smirk.
"Quite clever indeed."
She tossed him a 'that's obvious' look and hummed dismissively.
"Can you talk about it? I've always been curious about the past events."
Yan Zhan smiled lightly., his handsome features bathed in sunlight, exuding an even more noble and splendid aura.
"Your father didn't tell you?"
Her gaze sharpened, and Zhan Se gave a wry smile, "He died before he had the chance to tell me."
