Qian Yisheng held his daughter, who was startled by her mother's sudden movements, and turned to watch his wife's departing figure out of the private room.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
He could guess some of the reasons why Lingxuan suddenly lost her composure.
Since the death of the old lady of the Nalan family, the old man had almost treated the backyard of the museum as his home and hardly went back to the old residence.
In his mind, the museum's backyard had become a sanctuary solely for himself, where even his own sons and granddaughters could only sit for a meal.
As for staying overnight, that was out of the question. Even Lingxuan was no exception.
Yet now, he had no hesitation in setting up a separate room for the granddaughter who had been unexpectedly found.
This favoritism was indeed a bit shocking.
But thinking it over, he understood.