Ming Zhiyuan held a "check" chess piece in the palm of his hand, and lifted his eyelids slightly, his tone containing a somewhat ambiguous flavor: "If I'm not guessing wrong, you haven't known Xiaoge for too long."
Before father and daughter had reconciled their relationship, Ming Zhiyuan had never forgotten to quietly pay attention to his daughter. He had never heard her mention Gong Yeyan before, so presumably, she hadn't known him for long.
Not even as long as that brat Huo Xiao.
The implication being—
Why are you so certain that she's the woman you want to spend your life with?
Gong Yeyan answered indifferently, "No, not for very long."
They had only known each other for a season.
But, compared to the dull and boring life he led before filled with nothing but work, contract negotiations, and expanding the Gong Group's territory, the woman who had accidentally stumbled into his world seemed to have suddenly come vividly to life.
