Fang Yuan walked to the teaching hall and did not see the boy. She carefully searched everywhere for a servant. Just when she was puzzled about why the manor's doors were wide open but no one was around, suddenly there came a noise from the corridor upstairs, and she looked up.
A man dressed in a gray-striped casual suit was coming down the stairs. He was tall and handsome, with deep-set features. His tousled hair revealed his forehead, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses on his prominent nose, giving him an air of gentle elegance.
"Are you Lu Jing's private tutor?"
The man spoke, his voice as inviting as his initial impression had suggested, like a gentle spring breeze.
Fang Yuan guessed he was a relative of Lu Jing and quickly replied, "I am, sir. Good day, my name is Fang Yuan."
