General Fan lifted his head to examine Chu Qingzhi, who had approached the desk. Her appearance was not bad, even prettier than his own daughter, he thought. What struck him most were her eyes.
Those eyes were clear, beautiful, wise, and calm, seeming to contain everything yet also appearing exceedingly simple. It was a contradiction, yet those eyes managed to embody this paradox, instantly making it difficult to gauge her true nature.
With just a glance, General Fan could tell that Chu Qingzhi was not simple. He could not help but classify the girl in front of him as someone on the same level as him.
Chu Qingzhi bowed, "Greetings to General Fan."
General Fan rose to meet her and said, "No need for formalities, please take a seat."
Chu Qingzhi sat in the guest seat. Her sitting posture was upright and elegant. With her beautiful appearance, she looked like a stunning lady from a painting.
