The woman who walked towards Xiao Chen wore an elegant long dress, her demeanor noble, her features picturesque, and a white veil covered her face, adding a hint of hazy beauty.
Die Qianwu!
He hadn't expected to run into her here.
"Xiao Chen, you're here too?"
The maid, Xiao Ling, was also by Die Qianwu's side, much livelier than Die Qianwu, and simpler in thought, without holding onto so many grudges.
"Young Master Xiao, would you mind if I sit here?" Die Qianwu asked softly.
Xiao Chen glanced up at her.
Honestly, he did not want to see this woman, but after all, there was no deep hatred between them, and he could not find a reason to refuse on the spot.
Die Qianwu took Xiao Chen's silence as agreement and sat down with Xiao Ling.
"Miss Die, I've long admired your name; seeing you today, you truly are extraordinary!" Yue Jiu greeted Die Qianwu.
"Lord Yue flatters me!"
Die Qianwu nodded slightly as a return courtesy.
Her attention, however, remained mostly on Xiao Chen.
