Halfway through the dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Su finally shifted some of their attention from their daughter to this "friend" of hers with the surname Lin.
Mr. Su raised his wine cup, gestured to Lin Qingfeng, and prepared to offer some pleasantries.
"Mr. Lin, with our daughter out on her own, we're so glad she has a friend like you. You must have taken good care of her."
Mrs. Su chimed in, "That's right. She's been a stubborn child since she was little. If she's done anything thoughtless, I hope you'll forgive her, Mr. Lin."
They were just making polite conversation.
Lin Qingfeng, however, accepted their gratitude matter-of-factly, drained his cup in one gulp, and then waved a hand.
"You're both too kind."
"You have no idea what kind of status your daughter holds in the Guixi Sect these days."
He deliberately left them in suspense.
"Right now, Su Ling'er... is the Holy Daughter of the Guixi Sect!"
Mr. and Mrs. Su were stunned speechless.
Holy Daughter?
