Huo Yirong thought of Fu Qiyue whom he saw at the banquet tonight. She has a sweet appearance, the traces of over-protection, and a too pure temperament.
She's different from the other ladies from the aristocratic families of Capital City.
It was precisely this slight difference that made her stand out from the crowd.
Huo Yirong said, with a hint of indifference in his tone: "That girl is quite interesting. One might find her naive, yet she has her little schemes."
At these words, Huo Yunjiao slightly raised his eyebrows, assuming that he approved of Miss Fu.
As he held Qin Ruan's fingertips, he said in a casual tone: "Our grandfather is still waiting for a reply. Once things are set, we should inform him."
Realizing that he had been misunderstood, Huo Yirong quickly waved his hands: "I just find her interesting. Don't get me wrong, I have no intentions of that sort. Don't let our grandfather make assumptions."
