"I've known Wan'er for several years, and we've always been very, very good friends." Song Qingshu secretly sighed. This Qin Hongmian was truly cold enough, looking as though she kept everyone a thousand miles away.
Qin Hongmian snorted. "Is that so? Why have I never heard her mention you?"
Song Qingshu's breath caught. You're like a block of ice all day long, and you're harsh with your daughter too. It's perfectly normal that she isn't close to you. She definitely wouldn't tell you such private things.
Qin Hongmian suddenly sneered. "Don't tell me your name is Duan Yu?"
"My surname is Song, given name Qingshu." Song Qingshu could not help rolling his eyes. She was truly an incompetent mother. How many years ago had that been? Her information had somehow never been updated.
"Song Qingshu?" Qin Hongmian gave a soft sound of surprise. "Why does that name sound familiar?"
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly. "My identity is somewhat sensitive. It would be inconvenient for the people of Western Xia to know I am here. However, since I have come to ask for your daughter's hand, I did not dare conceal it from you in order to show my sincerity. I hope you will keep it confidential, Madam."
Qin Hongmian snorted. "What, are you famous?"
After being needled by her again and again, Song Qingshu was growing impatient. He replied blandly, "I have a little reputation."
Qin Hongmian frowned and sized him up from head to toe. She vaguely remembered hearing this name somewhere, but she had lived in seclusion in a remote valley for years and was not well-informed about news from the outside world, so she could not recall it. "Your identity is sensitive, and you do not want Western Xia to know? Then why are you here asking for