After spending some time with him, she had come to see some of his good qualities.
"I want to do something too. I don't want you to look down on me," Zhan Chi said in a low voice. Even though she didn't acknowledge him, she was still his daughter. No father wanted to be despised by his own child.
Ye Qianning stared at his bowed head, her expression shifting slightly.
It had nothing to do with blood, and yet, blood was a strange thing. When she slept near him, she found herself, against her will, falling into a deeper sleep than usual.
The body only enters a deep sleep when it's completely relaxed.
She couldn't deny her own body's reaction.
"You know a lot about porcelain," she said softly after a long pause.
Zhan Chi looked up slightly.
"I heard you like to collect porcelain and other antiques."
"I do." Zhan Chi nodded.
