What she said is true. An Zisheng is not much younger than Peng Shaohe, but it looks like they could be father and son...
Peng Shaohe snorted, rolling his eyes, "Who's your dad? Bring him out and let's compare! This old man here is the result of refinement through rain and wind, you know? Not like those pampered flowers in a greenhouse!"
Elder Duan gave An Yiqing an apologetic glance and lightly coughed: "Old chap, this girl's dad is An Zisheng."
"What about An Zisheng? An Zisheng just looks better than me... huh? Little girl, you're from the Xuandu City An Family? How are you related to An Muyun?"
An Yiqing rolled her eyes. Isn't it obvious? Her dad is An Zisheng, so An Muyun is definitely her grandfather!
An Yiqing didn't reply, and Peng Shaohe realized the silliness of his question, awkwardly scratching his nose.
