Foster daughter?
Bai Lian raised an eyebrow.
Why was there another person who wanted to take in a foster daughter?
"Who is it?" Bai Lian lazily flicked her cigarette ash, turning her head to look at Dean Jian.
Dean Jian didn't hide anything, "The old gentleman from the Chen Family; you probably don't know him. He watched you from the audience last time, and he's the old friend I told you I wanted to introduce to you."
"The Chen Family?" Bai Lian propped herself up with her hands on the windowsill, "Which Chen?"
"Their Chen Family," Dean Jian continued, his voice lowering, with a mix of wariness and sigh, "A family with a heritage of over a thousand years, and the ancestor is General Chen Ye."
"Ah," Bai Lian bit on her cigarette, smiling ambiguously, "Chen Ye."
She sounded quite casual, as if she were talking about someone named Wang from next door.
Dean Jian: "..."