Qingtian, a beautiful name, just like her. At eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a sky-blue tracksuit, a blue baseball cap on her head, her long hair braided into a braid hanging down her back, her lively eyes curiously looking at her. No wonder she's called Qingtian, she's indeed a girl full of vitality.
"Mrs. Li, Miss Xu." An Yiqing greeted lightly, polite yet distant.
Xu Qingtian glanced at An Yiqing, her eyes twitched, and she turned her head to ask, "Third Brother, is this the Divine Doctor you've found? She's too young, isn't she?"
"Qingtian! Don't speak carelessly!" Li Zihe apologized to An Yiqing, "My daughter is immature, Miss An, please don't take offense."
