"Wow!" Ziyi exclaimed, "Who's your dad? He must be famous!"
Jin Baiyan paused, gently shook his head, "Unfortunately, he's not famous. You might not know him."
"That's not necessarily true." Ziyi said proudly, "As long as he's a real painter, I definitely know him."
Jin Baiyan smiled again.
He liked He Ziyi like this.
...
The next day, Jin Baiyan came to Ming Mansion early in the morning to pick her up.
Unfortunately, Ziyi wasn't alone. Beside her was the female bodyguard who viewed everyone as an enemy.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, Ziyi twisted her fingers, "I said I wanted to go to Yangdong City, and my mom was happy, but she insisted I bring Ayuan."
"No problem, I happen to have an extra ticket." Jin Baiyan smiled kindly, "Get in the car."
As he spoke, he naturally took the bag from Ziyi's hand.
But Ayuan quickly snatched Ziyi's backpack, saying flatly, "I got it, no need to trouble Mr. Jin."
Jin Baiyan smiled helplessly.
