On top of the towering Tang Tower.
Cang Xiu leaned against the railing, muttering to his wife beside him, "I still don't like that kid."
Ming Yu laughed and said, "Isn't Lu Qingshan quite nice?
He's young with high cultivation level, and it's rare for our little Jian to have a same-age friend she gets along with; that's a good thing.
As a father, are you really not going to let your daughter make friends?"
"I never said that," Cang Xiu retorted, "But with so many people on the island, why does Jian have to make a friend from outside, one whose background we don't know? I can't trust that."
"Like that kid said, our daughter is clever; you have to trust her judgment.
If he were really a bad person, would little Jian be so enthusiastic about him?" Ming Yu said softly.
As a mother, how could she not understand her own daughter's character?
Though innocent and romantic, she is not so foolish as to easily trust others.
