"Mr. Zhao Qi, what brings you here?"
Lu Nanzhi calmly watched the man before her. She neither invited him in nor did she tell him to leave.
And so, the two of them maintained a somewhat stiff and awkward distance... Zhao Qi stood at the doorway, while Lu Nanzhi sat on the sofa inside the room.
"It was my father who sent me."
After a while, Zhao Qi confessed candidly and cautiously asked, "May I come in and sit down?"
Lu Nanzhi lowered her gaze, cupping her teacup, the tea inside had gone cold, reflecting her own downcast cheeks... The earlier conversation had just touched upon the Zhao Family, and her feelings for the Zhao Family were complex, as were her feelings for Zhao Qi.
If one were to say he was an ignorant and terribly dissolute wastrel... yet paradoxically, since the marriage, he hadn't laid a finger on her, and he was clearer than she was about the meaning of their marriage.
Outside, many people slandered Zhao Qi as a piece of garbage capable of any evil.
