The Prince still wore his simple white shirt and black trousers.
If it were someone else, wearing this year-long, they would have long been teased for being monotonously dull.
But the Prince was different. People with such good looks genuinely looked good in anything.
Over time, people got used to it, and it became his signature style.
When Gu Xia saw the Prince enter, she smiled slightly and took the initiative to greet him, "Disciple."
"Master, have you ordered?" he asked with concern.
"Yes, I've ordered."
The Prince turned his head to look at Yu Xiuli, "President Yu, long time no see."
Yu Xiuli wasn't rude either. He got up, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Ye… I heard you're my wife's disciple."
That statement was redundant; she had just called him "Master."
The issue was, Yu Xiuli tried to take advantage, hoping the other might call him 'Grandmaster.'
But, as it turned out, the Prince didn't call him that.
