"This is Chu Shanhe's daughter!?" Lin Xian couldn't believe it.
Zhao Yingjun looked at Lin Xian as if he was an idiot:
"What's so surprising about that? Didn't you draw it yourself?"
"True, I did the drawing... but I'm certain I didn't draw Chu Shanhe's daughter."
Lin Xian waved his hand in denial, not wanting any confusion:
"I don't even know Chu Shanhe's daughter, never even met her... Today is the first time I'm hearing her name from you."
Zhao Yingjun narrowed her eyes, looking at Lin Xian suspiciously for a moment.
Eventually... she lowered her head, snorted softly, and chuckled:
"Alright, then I misunderstood."
She tapped the invitation in Lin Xian's hand and instructed:
"This is the invitation for the celebration banquet on Saturday night; you should deliver it to Professor Xu Yun later."
"It's best to ask if Professor Xu Yun wants to come; if he decides to, we will arrange a dedicated car and driver for him."
