Ding Fan and the others left the Wu residence. Ding Fan had looked at the map earlier; Lan City was not very far from here, and it would only take a few days to reach.
Along the way, Ding Fan and the two others occasionally engaged in some idle chatter, so it wasn't lonely. Ding Fan could tell that Wu Qianwen's mind was clearly not on him, and her words had been few and far between. In contrast, Chai Er kept talking to Ding Fan nonstop, clearly enjoying this outing with Ding Fan.
"Young Master Ding Lin, what kind of girls do you like?"
At that moment, Chai Er, who was beside Ding Fan, looked at him with her big, watery eyes, full of curiosity.
"Hehe..."
For a moment, Ding Fan didn't know how to answer. He was already a married man. If he had to say what kind of woman he liked, it would naturally be someone like Zhou Ruoran, Ye Ningbing, or Gusu Qingwen. But Ding Fan knew that if he said that, it would unintentionally be a blow to this young girl.
