Mo Liancheng went to open the door and saw Qu Ruhua standing at the threshold. She was fiddling with her little hands, clearly different from the understated woman they had seen online.
"Eighth Prince, I pay my respects to you," Qu Ruhua said respectfully.
"There's no need for such formalities here; there is no 'prince'," Mo Liancheng replied warmly, "Come in."
"Yes." Qu Ruhua entered.
As she entered the room, Mo Liancheng stepped outside, gently closing the door behind him, leaving the space for the two women.
Qu Ruhua approached Qu Tan'er nervously, her eyes restless.
She saw her sitting by the coffee table, waiting for her to come in.
