Song Yitang was brought into the mansion and from a distance, she could see two people sitting on a brown sofa.
The boy was thin and frail, and his tall stature made him appear even more delicate; he was already over one meter seventy in his teens.
When the youth heard someone approaching, he slightly tilted his head, trying to hear more clearly.
It wasn't until the footsteps drew nearer that he saw a blurred figure, but he didn't rush to speak, for fear of mistaking the person again and becoming a laughingstock.
"Madam, this is Doctor Song."
The lady sitting beside the young man was dressed extravagantly, and everything about her exuded an air of nobility.
Zhao Huarong frowned disdainfully upon seeing Song Yitang and questioned, "Zhang Ting, are you sure someone so young can do the job?"
Zhang Ting hurriedly stepped forward to reply, "Madam, don't let her youth deceive you; she's quite astute!"
