The reason why Ye Qing Luo noticed him was not because of his handsome face but that pair of eyes and astute gaze.
They were deep as ink, with a glance, one cannot see through his thoughts.
Ye Qing Luo quickly went towards him. The crowd quickly cleared a space for her, trying to avoid the danger she brought along with her.
Only that man stood there, leisurely fanning himself with his fan, not moving a single inch.
Ye Qing Luo approached him and reached out, the next second, the fan was in her hands as she called out behind her: " Young Master, let me borrow this for awhile!"
That handle of the fan felt good.
Her fingertips nimbly ran along the fan as she played with it skillfully. Very smooth.
"Seventh Sister! How can you afford the title of the Young Matriarch of Three Springs? Since you are not willing to be disciplined, don't blame your elder Sister for being merciless!" On her flawless face, Ye Qing Qian finally had on a slightly twisted smile.
