After Huo Junlin said that, he took a step forward and gently lifted the hem of his shirt. Slowly and elegantly, he half-squatted on one knee in front of Yun Qiao.
For some reason, Yun Qiao’s eyes seemed to flash with a light. She was shocked by this man’s bearing and grace.
After coming to the empire for so many days, she was used to the fast-paced and straightforward greeting of modern people. It was really rare to see a man as slow and elegant as Huo Junlin who was slightly ancient!
Moreover, the way he lifted the hem of his clothes and half-squatted was very similar to the etiquette of the nobles in the Yun nation.
If he was not wearing sunglasses and a modern top hat, Yun Qiao would really think that he had also come from ancient times.
So much so that she almost blurted out, “Your Highness, you are too polite, i...”
Fortunately, she reacted in time and reached out her hand generously, “Then let’s begin. Come, give me your hand, I’ll first look at your palm lines.”
