Gu Qiaoge froze as she processed what he had asked.
The man stared at her with dark eyes as an odd glint appeared. He did not speak.
Abruptly, Gu Qiaoge realized he was talking about Little Bean.
As understanding dawned, a coldness settled on Gu Qiaoge's face.
“Master Su, we've only just met three times. In my opinion, we can't even be called friends. Now you're suddenly asking about whether my daughter is truly of my blood. It's a little inappropriate, don't you think?”