"Sir, are you alright?" The butler hurriedly asked, before immediately taking out a handkerchief to wipe away the water droplets on Gu Tianling's suit.
Tang Mo'er was almost fully drenched, she opened her eyes with much difficulty and took a look at the man she ran into. It was a middle-aged man who looked to be around 50 years old. Although he was middle-aged, his black suit only served to elevate his aura and he exuded a dignified and refined presence.
There was a butler behind him, and he respectfully held an umbrella for him.
"Mister, I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose." Tang Mo'er apologized, her head bent.
Her delicate shoulders were held by his large palms as Gu Tianling murmured in shock, "Xuanji, Xuanji is that you?"
The girl had a stunning resemblance.
