Yun Cangxue smiled bitterly, father's heart, after all, still favored his own granddaughter.
Only Yun Sheng truly carried the Yun surname as a descendant of the Yun Family.
How could her Tang Yu compare to that despicable wench, equally adept at medical skills and magic?
"By the way, Xuexue, what were you asking daddy to do just now?" Yun Bahe asked, puzzled.
"Nothing, just a reminder that the chicken soup is a bit hot; be careful," Yun Cangxue watched woodenly as Yun Bahe finished the chicken soup.
"The chicken soup made personally by Xuexue really does taste good," Yun Bahe praised without any suspicion.
"If daddy likes it, Xuexue will make it for you to eat every day," watching Yun Bahe drink the chicken soup without showing any signs of poison, Yun Cangxue felt relieved.
