Hao Ren wasn't surprised by the fact that the lady wanted to talk to him, after all, with the wealth that was flowing in was indeed attractive, and for him it was better that someone from the royal family had come over to talk.
The young man took out a wooden stool from his space ring and placed it a few meters away from the table where the food was. The bodyguard of the princess asked, "Why do you sit so far away?"
Hao Ren replied, "I am not yet capable of sharing the dining table with the Princess. Plus, none of our hotel staff dine or share the same sitting space with the guests."
His voice was calm and firm, his eyes gazed at the lady for a moment before returning to the Princess. This time Hao Ren saw properly that the princess had a long scar on her face, her shoulders were square, and he even noticed the callous and scratch marks on her fair hands. The princess asked, "What do you think, Owner Hao, are my scars fearsome?"
