In the reception hall.
The old butler stood at the door. Seeing Xie Wanqing, he hurriedly bowed and saluted, ushering her inside.
The people inside heard the commotion and looked over at the sound.
As soon as Xie Wanqing entered, she met his gaze directly.
As people say, appearance is influenced by one's heart—Lu Ziyuan's features were as sharp and fierce as his temperament.
His eyes were deep, nose straight, sitting there with a somewhat indifferent air even without speaking.
He had waited half the afternoon, yet his brows didn't show a hint of impatience. Seeing her arrive, his stern face seemed to soften a bit.
He moved his lips: "Wanwan..."
Xie Wanqing ignored him, instead pulling out a handkerchief to wipe her sweat while instructing the maid to bring a bowl of iced milk.
She had always feared the heat, and though it was only early summer, she had rushed over here, breaking into a light sweat on her forehead.
