"Thank you."
'Something's off,' Zheng Xiu thought. As the saying goes, to be so attentive for no reason means you're either a thief or a scoundrel. Xiaotao's voice was sugary sweet, as if she were speaking around a piece of hard candy. It was pleasant to the ear, but Zheng Xiu couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Xiaotao wore a tasteful, pale yellow dress. Her delicate face was adorned with only a touch of subtle makeup, giving Zheng Xiu the distinct impression of a well-bred lady from a prominent family.
As the Richest Person in the Imperial City, Zheng Xiu had encountered countless Royal Princesses and daughters of wealthy merchants. His instincts were rarely wrong.
And that was precisely the problem.
