Shang Jingwang saw Xia Wenjin's bright smile, and although her face was thin, it did not affect her picturesque beauty in the slightest. Her eyes seemed to gather the stars, shining brightly.
This smile infected him too, lifting his mood a little, and he said, "Where is Young Master Jing?"
Xia Wenjin replied, "He went to bring a guest for you!"
"Guest? What guest?" He didn't have any guests.
"Just wait a moment, they'll be here soon!"
"Doctor Xia, can you give me a little hint? Since they're a guest, at least let me, the prefect, have some mental preparation!" Seeing Xia Wenjin's confident demeanor, yet refusing to tell him more, Shang Jingwang couldn't help but feel a bit curious. Everyone has a sense of curiosity. Shang Jingwang had been in officialdom for years, and this sense had long since been dulled. After all, who isn't cunning and crafty after many years in officialdom?
