Jiang Heming put on a beaming smile. "A friend has come from afar."
He ordered the old man to prepare tea, then rose and bowed to the Eighth Prince and Xue Pingyuan. Only after inviting them to sit did he take his own seat.
It would be wrong to say he showed these two important figures no respect-he had at least greeted them with a bow. But to call him respectful? The bastard had taken the seat of honor.
Above everyone else.
Shen Yangge was still wondering what Jiang Heming was up to when a soft, sweet voice called out, "Father, why didn't you tell me we had guests?"
Her voice arrived before she did. Xue Pingyuan and the Eighth Prince looked toward the door, and both were taken aback when they saw the girl in pink stepping over the threshold.
Jiang Qinghuan was pleased that she had dazzled two of the people in the room. What displeased her was that the one she wanted to dazzle remained unaffected.
Jiang Qinghuan sat just below Jiang Heming on his left, looking sweet and charming, her pretty face especially striking.
She kept stealing glances at Shen Yangge. Whenever he happened to catch her, she swiftly looked away. The young man was simply too handsome, and eventually she could no longer restrain herself. She looked at him again and again, and even when he caught her in the end, she continued to meet his gaze.
Her stare nearly gave Shen Yangge goosebumps. He could not help thinking, Is there something seriously wrong with this Original Novel Heroine?
Why does she keep sneaking looks at me?
Although he badly wanted to ask her that aloud, Shen Yangge forced himself to hold back. He stopped paying attention to the Original Novel Heroine and focused entirely