"Clever!"
As he listened to Li Zhiwei's analysis, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes lit up, and he could not help praising her. "Just what I'd expect from Miss Li! You even figured that out!"
His praise was sincere. His future wife really was clever.
No wonder she was hailed as the Greatest Talented Lady!
Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's praise, Li Zhiwei visibly paused, then gently lowered her head.
She had heard such praise countless times growing up.
Her father had praised her, as had her teachers.
The talented young men of the Capital had also found all manner of ways to praise her.
Yet, for some reason, Jiang Xiaobai's casual remark that she was clever made her heart beat a little faster.
Even the tips of her ears grew faintly warm.
Li Zhiwei pressed her lips together, trying to suppress this strange feeling.
But the harder she tried, the less she could suppress it.
The more she fought it, the hotter her face became. Finally, she raised her head and glared at Jiang Xiaobai. "Heir Jiang, please mind your words!"
Huh?
Jiang Xiaobai froze.
Wait, what... had I said that needed minding?
"Hahaha!"
Standing nearby, Li Bingzhang watched Li Zhiwei walk away and could not hold back a couple of hearty laughs.
Indeed, as her father, no one knew his daughter's temperament better than he did.
Countless people had praised her since childhood.
Whether they praised her learning or her character, Li Zhiwei had long been able to keep her heart as still as water.
But now?
Jiang Xiaobai had merely called her clever in passing, and his daughter had grown so shy.
What did that mean?
Could she truly have developed a young maiden's tender feelings?
At that thought, Li Bingzhang looked at Jiang Xiaobai. "My worthy son-in-law, what about those microexpressions?"