By the Fangxia River, in the tea house along the corridor.
Wang Chen and Ye Dai sat facing each other, with the maid Xiao Yu attending to them.
Their basic information had already been exchanged through the matchmaker, and tonight's meeting was to assess their mutual attraction.
If they liked each other, they could further get to know one another, and when the time was right, the matchmaker would be invited to the Upper Sect to make it official.
If there was no attraction, then there was nothing more to discuss.
Ye Dai had a favorable impression of Wang Chen.
Though Wang Chen was not the picture of a handsome young noble, and his looks were not exceptionally outstanding, he possessed an extraordinary demeanor, speaking and behaving with calm confidence, giving a very reliable impression.
This feeling precisely struck a chord in Miss Ye's heart.
