Zhao Weinan maintained some composure of a young lady in front of Lin Beichen, but beside Zhao Huanglong, she was like a bullied chick, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"I heard that this useless daughter of mine is friends with you."
Zhao Huanglong didn't dare to show any attitude towards Lin Beichen. His face was full of smiles as he pushed Zhao Weinan to the front.
"Zhao Weinan, why don't you greet Young Master Lin? Why are you standing like a block of wood? If Young Master Lin sees it, he might think we lack manners in Zhongcheng Hall!"
Zhao Weinan bit her lips hard, her eyes filled with the color of struggle.
"Young Master Lin, I'm sorry, I was too rude before, please forgive me."
"I heard that when Nana came yesterday, she happened to bump into Young Master Lin. Since there is such fate, let her serve you day and night."
Zhao Huanglong said ambiguously, with a slightly lewd smile on his wrinkled face.
