Han Ruochen opened her eyes and sighed inwardly. She knew it; while she could fool everyone, Han Ziyan was sharper than most. Naturally, she would sense that there was something weird about her skills, but as long as she insisted that she was just naturally talented, what could Han Ziyan do?
"What's there to even question about?" Han Ruochen pretended to be asleep. She had been running around the entire day and was a bit tired. She decided to get some shut-eye before the high tide started to recede. Since that was the case, she might as well get some rest. "My grandfather was a good fisherman as well. I have inherited his skills, what else is there to think about it?"
