"I'm at your doorstep." Lan Zhongxuan's voice echoed through.
Lan Xin Ai frowned gently and after hanging up, she told the maid, "Let him in."
"Yes." The maid withdrew.
Lan Xin Ai got up, changed her outfit, pinned up her hair, and then went downstairs.
As she reached the stairs, Lan Zhongxuan entered. Their eyes met, and all that existed was a chilling coldness.
"What do you want with me?" Lan Xin Ai came down and got straight to the point.
"Lan Xin Ai, what kind of attitude is this?"
Lan Zhongxuan was displeased with Lan Xin Ai's demeanor.
"The attitude towards a guest." Lan Xin Ai sat on the sofa, smiling very politely.
"I am your father."
Lan Zhongxuan was angry.
"I know you're my father, but you're also a guest."
Lan Xin Ai paid no heed to whether he was angry or not; she and Lan Zhongxuan had never shared a father-daughter bond.
"You... I don't want to argue with you, I'm here today to discuss something."
