Ji Weitian snapped back from her shock and immediately raised her doubts.
Upon hearing her words, Zhang Lingying stood up from the sofa and finally turned her gaze toward Weitian, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
She was beautiful, not the kind of beauty that felt threatening.
On the contrary, Weitian's beauty was ethereal and pure.
Clad in simple clothing, without makeup, she stood beside the outstanding Qin Nanyu without causing any sense of dissonance.
Instead, one might think the two of them, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, made a perfect match.
"I'm not my father's biological daughter; I'm just a child he adopted," Zhang Lingying withdrew her gaze from Weitian and explained, as a response to her earlier doubt.
Her gaze returned to Qin Nanyu, and she continued.
