Old Master Zhao had been insisting on getting Han Ruochen engaged to his son. If it was some other time, he would not have thought too much, but now he could not help but wonder if –
"Dad." Han Ruochen's expression turned embarrassed. She knew what her father was thinking and immediately rolled her eyes at him. She lowered her voice and corrected her father. "It's nothing as you think so." however, the ward was only this big and her voice was eventually heard by Zhao Mingzhu.
"Ahem." Zhao Mingzhu was a bit embarrassed when he heard Han Ruochen's response. He immediately bowed in front of Han Yichen and politely introduced himself. "I am sorry for introducing myself so late. I am Zhao Mingzhou. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle Han."
Old Master Zhao: "..."
