Zhou Guyu, who followed closely behind, saw the various changes in her sister's expressions and knew what she was thinking.
She was deliberately saying it for her to hear. Over the years, she hadn't missed a chance to flaunt the Han Family's name at home, painting illusions for their parents, yet Uncle Han always stuck to his words: they would find his daughter.
No matter how well she presented herself in front of him, he never changed his tune.
With all her scheming, let alone the battle-hardened Uncle Han, even she could see through it crystal clear—truly, not beautiful but dreaming of it.
Zhou Jingzhe's face turned pale with anger: "Even if they find her, she probably won't be presentable. I'd like to see her."
Zhou Guyu chuckled softly: "Sis, you're probably going to be disappointed. Don't forget there's a saying: 'Dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes.' With someone as learned and poised as Uncle Han, how bad could his daughter be?
