"It appears to be the two sons of the Wu family, I've heard much about you." Xia Zheng responded perfunctorily, though his face showed not a hint of a smile.
Yet, even so, Wu Zhengqing wasn't the least bit irritated. Although he had come to the Capital earlier this year, during his four months here, he had mostly heard about Xia Zheng of the General Mansion—everyone said he was proud and rude, hardly sociable. His friends in the Capital could be counted on one hand. Wu Zhengqing would have thought it suspicious if Xia Zheng had greeted him with a smile at their first meeting.
"I've long heard of Young Master Xia's great reputation, but I never expected to encounter you here today, what fate," said Wu Zhengqing with a smiling face, although not overtly ingratiating, their mere presence there was flattery enough.
Inside the carriage, Lin Yuan, hearing the voice outside, couldn't help but feign a gag and muttered softly, "Who knows if it's really fate?"
