Although he didn't want anyone disturbing his meal with Su Qiao, Su Chengde was her father, after all, so he still needed to be polite.
Su Chengde hurriedly waved his hands. "I won't disturb you, Martial Uncle."
"Forget it if you're not going. I need to hurry back. I can't keep her waiting too long."
In truth, Zhong Lihan hadn't really wanted him to go in the first place.
Her?
Su Chengde, who had been planning to slip away, stopped in his tracks. "Martial Uncle, what is this...?"
"This is something I made for my woman to eat."
Zhong Lihan didn't feel embarrassed in the slightest. In fact, there was even a hint of pride in his voice.
"Y-you mean... your woman... couldn't you be referring to... Xiao Qiao?"
Su Chengde had great difficulty finishing the sentence.
Zhong Lihan nodded smugly. "Of course it's Qiaoqiao. Otherwise, who else would be worthy of eating food I cooked myself?"
"Qiaoqiao?"
Such an intimate form of address?
"Mm."
That fellow Baili Jing called his woman Xiao Qiao, and Su Chengde called her Xiao Qiao too. He didn't want to be like them.
With that thought, Zhong Lihan had already leaped onto the Flying Sword and sped toward Clear Lotus Peak.
When he landed, he turned around unhappily. "Why are you following me?"
Hadn't he said he wasn't going to eat?
Su Chengde's face went blank.
Why was he following him?
Had he perhaps forgotten that the Qiaoqiao he was talking about was his daughter?
How had he, this old man, not known when his daughter had become his woman?
Although Zhong Lihan was highly cultivated, and although he held a high status, he couldn't bully people like this.
"Martial Uncle, I haven't seen my daughter for several days, so I happened to come