Lu Yichen merely raised his eyes and gave Zhong Mengfan a fleeting glance, but there was a complete lack of recognition in his gaze.
Just a simple look made Zhong Mengfan break out in a cold sweat. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her whole body unbearably cold.
Moreover, she could feel that in Lu Yichen's eyes she did not exist. It seemed as though with a mere wave of his hand, she would disappear into dust. It was the first time she felt such a demeaning existence.
Lu Yichen turned his head to look at Old Master Zhong and Old Madam Zhong, his expression much more serious, "Old Sir, Old Madam, my father's meaning is, when can we arrange a meeting between the two families?"
"Cough, cough, cough—" Zhong Niangyao was caught off guard by this statement, giving Lu Yichen a glaring look.
Lu Yichen had never discussed this matter with her before deciding on his own, truly taking her by surprise.
