The door opened to reveal an elderly man and a young girl.
The old man held a smoking pipe, and his face was deeply lined with wrinkles; this must be Ji Mulan's father. Xu Wenyao bowed slightly, "Grandpa Ji, hello, I am Xu Wenyao."
Then he looked towards Bai Lian.
It was not cold in Xiangcheng during winter. She was neatly dressed in a school jacket, her dark hair secured with a wooden hairpin, and a white backpack draped over her shoulder, embroidered with a lazy cat.
One hand held a milk tea, the other a mobile phone, as she lazily looked at her phone with her head lowered.
Xu Wenyao's voice was gentle, "Hello, Student Bai."
Bai Lian slowly lifted her head, her response succinct, "Hello."
She didn't say much but was indeed as polite as Xu En had described.
Xu's assistant also stood nearby, respectfully greeting her, "Miss Bai."
The group took their seats.
