Zhao Meijing returned to the living room where the servants had already prepared her shoes. She put them on absentmindedly, not even noticing that she wore them on the wrong feet, before plopping down on the couch to ponder the day's events.
She even muttered to herself, "Holy Gate... Saintly Sovereign... Who exactly is this guy?"
At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit came downstairs from the second floor. Seeing Zhao Meijing, he smiled knowingly and said as he walked, "My precious daughter has finally decided to come back. You'll never get married if you keep frowning like that."
Zhao Meijing was taken aback and glanced at the middle-aged man before quickly sitting up and pouting, "Dad, stop making fun of me, I'm upset."
Father Zhao sat down on the couch as well and started preparing tea with an antique tea set to help his daughter relax.
