Sandalwood incense wafted through the reception hall.
As Fang Han stepped into the hall, his eyes immediately fell upon Xia Kang, who was fidgeting restlessly and glancing frequently toward the door.
The moment he saw Fang Han enter, Xia Kang shot up as if pricked by a needle. His face instantly broke into a wide, almost sycophantic smile as he hurried over to greet him.
"Young Master Han, you've arrived!"
He bowed low, his posture exceedingly humble, his voice filled with reverence and a desire to curry favor.
"Mr. Xia, there's no need for such formalities. Please, sit."
Fang Han gave a slight nod. His gaze swept past Xia Kang to the meek, head-bowed servant behind him, then to the rather heavy-looking wooden chest in the servant's hands. A suspicion had already begun to form in his mind.
The two sat down, taking their respective places as host and guest. A Maid served fragrant tea.
