"Old Master Qiao, I have one more thing. I wonder if you can agree to it?" After a moment of silence, Gong Zeli picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea. Seeing that Qiao Ruhai's cup was gone, he poured another cup for him.
Qiao Ruhai immediately held his teacup and said, "Young Master Gong, say it. I don't know what you need, but as long as I can do it, I'll definitely do it for you."
"It's nothing."
Gong Zeli played with the small porcelain cup between his fingers and smelled the faint fragrance of the tea. He narrowed his eyes and said casually, "I wonder if Old Master Qiao can tell me some things about your daughter from when she was young.
"I want to know more about her."
