Chen Yi would inevitably have to ask a few routine questions.
After washing up, he changed into a brand-new profound-colored brocade robe, fastened a jade belt around his waist, and hung a sachet from it. He checked his reflection in the copper mirror. Although he couldn't exactly be called a breathtakingly handsome man, his looks were certainly above average. Coupled with his unhurried and elegant demeanor, describing him as "handsome" wouldn't be an exaggeration.
Smoothing down the hair at his temples, Chen Yi revealed a gentle smile. "Madam, it has been a long time. Your husband—cough, cough..."
He had almost forgotten. With Xiao Jinghong's Upper Three Grades cultivation, her hearing could probably cover the entire Dingyuan Marquis's Mansion.
Outside the door, Xiaodie heard the noise. "Mr. Chen, are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
