Sophie's face was full of surprise: "Of course! Quickly let him in!"
After speaking, she hurriedly checked herself in the mirror, patted her dress, and touched her hair, ensuring her appearance was perfect.
Carlos revealed a knowing smile: "Our Miss Sophie has grown up."
A suitable blush rose to Sophie's face as she left the room and entered the parlor.
Yan Sijue was already in the room.
He stood there in a deep gray trench coat, complementing his tall stature and legs, his demeanor imposing.
Sophie's heart started to pound.
"Mr. Yan." She smiled and greeted him, her etiquette impeccable.
Yan Sijue turned to look at her, his face appearing calm, his dark eyes unfathomably deep.
Such a gaze made Sophie inexplicably frightened.
"Mr. Yan, I heard you were sick a few days ago. How is your health now?" She hurriedly squeezed out a concerned smile, asking.
"I've recovered, no need to worry." Yan Sijue's voice was deep and slightly hoarse.
