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Chiyou Altar, outside the grand hall.

"Zihan, have you fallen for this young man!" Lan Xingyuan glanced at the distracted woman beside him and suddenly spoke.

"Ah~"

Lan Zihan was startled, letting out a cry of surprise and almost failing to react in time.

As the saying goes, no one knows a daughter better than her father; her daughter was of marriageable age—how could he not see the little thoughts of Lan Zihan's young daughter!

Regaining her composure, Lan Zihan, with a flushed face, looked down and said, "Dad, what nonsense are you talking about, we are just very good friends!"

Seeing this, Lan Xingyuan gave a wry smile, "Hehe, why feel embarrassed in front of me? Ling Fan is indeed a rare young talent!

However, it seems he doesn't have those sorts of feelings for you!"

Lan Zihan, with her head lowered, heard this and couldn't help but feel a shadow fall over her spirits, a hint of disappointment seeping through her heart.