"You're thinner. Have these past years been hard on you?" His fingers gently traced her brow.
Ye Qianning grabbed his hand. "I've been fine. But you… what's the story behind this Inner Strength of yours?"
'Even though he was a martial arts prodigy, it should have been impossible for him to accumulate such profound energy in a mere ten years.'
"Someone gave it to me," Sang Zhi said softly.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
"…"
'He doesn't know?'
'He just got all that Inner Strength for free?'
SLAM.
The door to the room was thrown open, and Xiang Minghou stormed in, his face dark.
Ye Qianning pulled back her hand. "Father, why are you here?"
Xiang Minghou shot her a glance before his gaze, dark and menacing, settled on Sang Zhi.
Sang Zhi remained seated, his handsome eyes never leaving Ye Qianning.
Sensing something was wrong with her father, Ye Qianning immediately stood up. "Father."
