Song Qingying blushed at her father's question, recalling that kiss, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"At that time, I had no choice. I was cornered by that wastrel from the Jiang family, so I had to pull him out as a shield."

After all, she was a woman, and a young maiden at that, so speaking of such intimate matters naturally made her feel shy.

Hearing Song Qingying's words, Song Tianlong smiled slightly and said, "My dear daughter, you truly have a keen eye, much sharper than this old man."