Adopted daughter?
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.
Why is there another one looking to adopt a daughter?
"Who is it?" Bai Lian flicked the ash off her cigarette lazily and turned her head to look at the director of the institute.
The director did not conceal the truth, "The elder from the Chen Family, you probably don't know him, he was sitting in the audience last time watching you, and he's also the old friend whom I mentioned I wanted to introduce to you."
"The Chen Family?" Bai Lian propped her hands behind her on the windowsill, "Which Chen?"
"Their Chen Family," the director's voice lowered as he spoke, with a hint of wariness and a sigh, "A family line that has been handed down for thousands of years, their ancestor is General Chen Ye."
"Ah," Bai Lian bit on her cigarette, the smile on her face enigmatic, "Chen Ye, huh."
Her tone was so casual, as if she were talking about "the Wangs next door."
The director: "..."