In Zhao Renjie's heart, Jiang Kexin could never compare to Tang Xiaowan.
If he had to raise his hand to vote for one of them to be the lady of the house, it could only be Tang Xiaowan, not because Leng Lingxiao loved her deeply, but because Zhao Renjie felt that Tang Xiaowan treated him like a human being.
...
Ten years ago, on a day during the summer break.
Upon entering the foyer, 30-year-old Zhao Renjie greeted her with a smile, yet he humbly stopped the gorgeously dressed little princess of the Jiang Family, Jiang Kexin.
"You don't know who I am?"
"I do, Miss Jiang."
"Knowing who I am and still daring to block my way? Brother Ling Xiao and I have known each other since we were kids."
"I'm sorry."
"Hurry up and step aside."
"I've already explained to you, Master is busy today, not receiving any guests, not seeing any friends."
