Bai Xilie listened to his daughter's praise.
He was not stingy with his own compliments.
"Marquis Wan, your thoughtful nature truly merited reward."
Feng Fuce slightly raised an eyebrow and simply replied, "Not bad."
Bai Xilie was long accustomed to his manner of speaking.
He did not reproach him for disregarding hierarchy.
Bai Xilie called Qingmei over, instructing her to leave with Bai Zhi'er first.
As the little one was leaving, she didn't forget to wave her small hand in the air: "Goodbye, Father, Brother Fu Ce, I'm going now!"
Her round, rosy cheeks made her as adorable as a drifting cloud.
Bai Xilie had a gentle smile, the look of a father devoted to his daughter: "Alright, alright, I'll join Zhi'er for a meal later."
Only after Qingmei and Bai Zhi'er disappeared from sight,
did Bai Xilie turn his gaze to Feng Fuce.
Yet he found that the latter's cold gaze was still fixed in the direction where Bai Zhi'er had left.
Bai Xilie chuckled.