After Zhao Ci pushed the door open and stepped inside, the person escorting him promptly left.
"Greetings, Tenth Prince!"
Kan Luotang seemed to have been waiting for a long time. Seeing Zhao Ci enter, she immediately stood up and gave him a graceful bow.
Zhao Ci sized her up. She was still wearing her usual plain white dress, made of a comfortable cotton-linen blend. For an ordinary family, it would be considered high-quality fabric, but in the circles of the rich and powerful, it was a bit too simple.
"Miss Luotang, sorry to have kept you waiting."
Zhao Ci gave a slight smile and sat down across from her. "May I ask why you invited me here today?"
Although the woman opposite him was his fiancée, he only felt the pleasant yet distant regard one has for a decent stranger.
'She's a nice person.'
