A mask? Tan Yumin was astonished, and curiosity filled her pretty eyes. Who could still wear a mask at such an occasion?
Tai-shu Shen giggled and said in an unnatural way, "The White Commander is the new general manager of guards recruited by my third brother."
Tan Yumin's doubts didn't reduce but instead increased; why would a general manager of guards remain seated there with a mask on his face? That puzzled her. No matter how, though, she was an exquisite person. There was still a smile on her face, and she didn't lack etiquette. "Nice to meet you, White Commander!"
"You're being polite, Miss Tan," Chen Mu replied. A minute ago, he had inadvertently thought of Copper, causing him to become worried. Tan Yumin's charm seemed to be faded in his eyes. Having great insight, he stayed calm.
