Lu Lingxiao mistook Song Yunxi as the mistress of the house.
Song Yunxi, who was over fifty, was clad in branded attire, extravagantly expensive, but arranged so forcefully that she looked every inch the nouveau riche.
The powerful aura of Lu Lingxiao somewhat shocked Song Yunxi.
With a puzzled face, Song Yunxi asked, "Are you looking for Ye Xi?"
Lu Lingxiao replied with a polite smile, "Yes, I am looking for Ye Xi, Miss Ye."
Song Yunxi could tell at a glance that the man before her was either rich or noble, and with the mindset of not offending the wealthy, she let him in.
As soon as Lu Lingxiao sat down on the sofa, the maid served up some hot tea.
However, he did not drink it.
Song Yunxi tentatively asked, "What do you want with her? Are you a relative? Or a friend?"
Lu Lingxiao denied this speculation, "No, I have never met Miss Ye. I am here today because I have an important matter to discuss with her in detail. May I know if she is at home?"
