"What is that expression?"
Shi Hao glanced at the servant and asked, "Who?"
"A fairy!" said the servant, his face also showing a mesmerized look.
Suddenly, Weng Nanqing's face slightly changed.
Jealousy.
—Why was it a woman who came looking for Shi Hao? And right to her family's doorstep!
You, how many romantic debts have you incurred outside?
Moreover, his own servant actually called her a fairy, and that infatuated expression wasn't feigned.
A formidable rival!
"I'll accompany you to meet her!" Weng Nanqing said.
Shi Hao had done nothing guilty, so naturally, he wasn't uneasy, he nodded: "Alright."
Who was it that had come here to see him?
Together, the two reached the front hall, where they saw a woman standing gracefully, dressed in a snow-white skirt. Even just her silhouette exuded an ethereal, fairy-like charm.
