After exchanging a few words with his father, Zeng Anmin clarified everything, and the misunderstanding was resolved.
"Since you're here on official business, come in. An Shiyi is inside." His father shifted his gaze to the nearby window. Obviously, bumping into his son in a place like this was too much to bear, even for someone with the thickest skin.
"Alright." Zeng Anmin actually wanted to ask what his father was doing here, but feeling it was a redundant question, he kept his mouth shut.
"Ms. Shiyi?" Stopping outside the folding screen, Zeng Anmin straightened his clothes and assumed a serious expression. His every gesture exuded the aura of a government official.
*SWISH.* The vertical curtains to the side swayed as a figure slowly walked out. The moment she appeared, an inexplicable floral fragrance drifted over. The rich, intoxicating scent was irresistible.
