Time passed fast, and about 10 minutes after Lu Xiaoyao started her report, Bai Zemin's expression remained unreadable as the last word left her lips.
She looked at him and noticed that he seemed to be deep in his own thoughts so she quietly withdrew to file the documents, but not before instructing the maid at the door to serve Bai Zemin with respect and care. After all, the current Lu Xiaoyao was no longer the same as she was a week ago; she had slowly begun to realize how difficult it was to survive in this world and how worthless everyone's life was.
However, the maiden did not need Lu Xiaoyao to tell her anything. This woman was well aware of who the person sitting on the couch was. Even if he was young enough to be her son, the difference in status and power was as great as trying to compare pure white clouds with dirty dark-colored mud.
