When she heard what he said, Zhang Zitong’s expression revealed a hint of pain. Perhaps because she had already shown her most embarrassing and private side to him, the way she looked at Zu An became gentler, and she didn’t hold back from revealing some information that wasn’t critical. She explained, “Sir Seven did treat me really well. If he hadn’t been the one who forced my clan to complete ruin, I might really have treated him as my adoptive father.”

Zu An repeated in surprise, “Forced your clan to ruin?”

“That’s right,” Zhang Zitong said, a hint of hatred flashing through her eyes. “I was still young back then. I remember that one day, Golden Token Seven appeared in my clan’s home with some people. My father was really scared at the time, but still went out to greet him. Then, for some reason, both sides began to fight, and then my clan was wiped out.

“If not for the fact that my nanny risked her life to send me out, I might have also died in that disaster. But in order to save me, my nanny swapped the clothes of her own child with mine, to die...