"Young Master Lorde, I didn't expect the Princess to fall ill so suddenly, but you really don't need to worry too much because of this. The banquet is about to start, how about we..." She had been about to suggest that Young Master Lorde give her a lift so she could naturally become his date, but then saw Lorde suddenly get up and walk off to the side to make a call, leaving Gan Wei'er standing there awkwardly.
"Young Master Lorde."
Gan Wei'er spoke up, sounding a little wronged.
Lorde finished his call and, hearing her voice, looked over with a frown, his gaze utterly calm, as if he were looking at some stray cat or dog by the roadside, no different at all.
Gan Wei'er's heart gave a jolt under that look, but she didn't forget her goal and said softly, "Miss Xi Lin's birthday party is about to start. If you just don't show up like this, it doesn't look very good..."
Lorde said blandly, "So what?"
