On the roof of the main hall, Ge Qingzhi couldn’t suppress her grin.

"Look, look! My little Qiyue is truly my daughter, already taking the initiative! Just like I did back in the day. But why stop at holding hands? Why not take the next step?"

Tuoba Encheng’s expression turned complicated. That was her own daughter, after all—did she truly have no concern about her getting hurt?

“Wife, should we really let this go on?” he muttered, a bit uneasy. “They keep insisting they’re not a couple, yet here they are, spending the night together. Doesn’t this break a few …