"That was… genius."
Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, the faintest flicker of praise slipping from his lips.
He stared directly at the silhouette, just as she stepped in, the red orb in her eyes shimmering with confused beauty.
Was it really?
She tilted her head slightly, smile curling at the corners of her lips.
"Lord father, that was the most basic choice," she whispered, "yet you called it genius...?"
Wang Xiao chuckled. "Because with you… I thought you'd try to dismantle them one by one. Slice them into ribbons, and bleed them dry."
Ji Xuehong blinked once. Then shyly smiled.
"So you're impressed I didn't lose my mind this time?"
"You didn't act out of instinct. That's good."
Her smile widened.
Rare praise from him… It carried more weight than a thousand compliments.
