Wan Rou smiled and nodded, then called the housemaid to make a cup of green tea for Zhang Hao.
Zhao Jun was sizing up Zhang Hao the whole time, scrutinizing his speech, behavior, and the changes in his expression to determine whether Zhang Hao was a good or bad person.
Zhao Qing took a whole half an hour to change her clothes. By the time she came back down,
she was wearing a beige silk slip dress with lace trimming on the jacket.
Zhao Qing let down her hair, which was pinned up, and the irregular curls further accentuated her feminine charm.
"Dad, don't be so stern. You're going to scare Doctor Zhang," she said.
Reminded by his daughter, Zhao Jun then put on a more amiable expression.
"Exactly, you see Doctor Zhang has been stiff since he arrived, he doesn't seem to be relaxing at all," Wan Rou said.
Zhang Hao was inwardly sweating, wondering if this was the imposing aura of a big shot.
Regardless, he knew he needed to find the right opportunity to leave this place.
