The corner lantern under the eaves cast a faint light, dimly illuminating the visitor's weary, hurried expression and the mud-splattered hem of his robes.
He truly looked as if he had just rushed back from the disaster front lines.
Shen Yanchuan remained impassive, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Lord Xu, you flatter me. You are the one tirelessly managing the disaster relief. It is I who have delayed you; I should be the one to apologize."
Xu Jie met those deep, calm, phoenix-like eyes. He had hoped to glean some information, but found nothing in Shen Yanchuan's gaze but sincere apology, without the slightest hint of displeasure at being neglected.
Unable to discern Shen Yanchuan's true thoughts for the moment, Xu Jie suppressed his own and kept his expression unreadable.
"Not at all!"
He appeared exceedingly respectful and courteous.
