Mingzhe Di didn't answer, only chuckled indistinctly, gracefully issuing a single word command, "Sit."
The two appeared to be well acquainted with each other, so familiar that, despite their politeness, there was no distance between them at all, almost as if they were old friends.
Di Xiaxia watched their back-and-forth, and unwittingly forgot to move her feet until the butler urged her, "Miss Di, please proceed."
Only then did Lingling Dan notice Di Xiaxia. She looked up at her, a spark of astonishment briefly crossed her eyes before resuming calm.
"Who is this?" She looked towards Mingzhe Di, inquiring with grace.
"My younger sister." Mingzhe Di responded lightly without hesitation.
Lingling Dan chuckled, stood up, in her slender high heels, her legs were quite beautiful. She took a few steps forward, examining Di Xiaxia from head to toe, her lips curved playfully, "So, you are Mister Di's sister. You must be the sick person my father mentioned."
