The two of them sat inside the private room.
Fu Shilv prepared to order food, while Sheng Youxia sat across from him.
The waiter was still introducing the restaurant's specialties.
Sheng Youxia said casually, "I've got myself a godfather."
The waiter obviously felt the air freeze, and the hand Fu Shilv was using to swipe the tablet halted.
"Who?"
"That's something you don't need to know."
If he didn't need to know, why even mention it to him?
Fu Shilv's attention returned to the tablet, but a string inside him had already been plucked, throwing his mind into uncontrollable speculation.
Godfather—that wasn't exactly a reassuring title.
How old was this person?
"Why did you suddenly decide to have a godfather?"
Fu Shilv couldn't hold himself back anymore.
Sheng Youxia grabbed a tissue and began wiping her chopsticks, seemingly careless, but it was clear every word she said and when she said it had been carefully calculated.