The girl's hands were ice-cold, gently touching the man's broad palm before gripping a few of his fingers: "Others' godfathers are businessmen, there's no comparison with mine. With you as my godfather, nobody would dare to harass me, not even Lai Wenyan."
Her tone exuded a false bravado, as if proud of her supposed cleverness.
As if she really thought of a good idea.
Song Baiyan let her hold his left hand, felt the coolness in his palm, slightly closed his fingers, and gripped her small hand: "Are you in such a hurry to find yourself a backer?"
"Then do you agree?" Tang Li looked up, under the dim light of the porch, and in her line of sight, the man's handsome features were concealed in the thin smoke. She watched him leisurely tap away the ash: "Such a big daughter, I'm afraid I'm not so fortunate."
"...You like me quite a bit, don't you?"
Tang Li couldn't help but speak up.
