"Isn't that your fiancé-to-be? Do you want to ask him over?" Xia Ru was close to Le Yuan. This time, she had specially rushed over from the capital while Le Yuan was resting.
"Don't!" Le Yuan was worried that Xia Ru would call Feng Jing, so she tugged at her sleeve nervously.
"Sister Yuanyuan, didn't you come to City A to be closer to him? Don't tell me you haven't made any progress with him after being here for so long?"
Xia Ru looked at Le Yuan in disbelief. In her opinion, Le Yuan was the type that many men would like. She was intellectual, mature, and smart. She was prime marriage material.
Old Master Feng had always wanted to matchmake his grandson with Le Yuan, and Le Yuan had always been keen on Feng Jing. Thus the families in the capital had tacitly agreed to Feng Jing and Le Yuan's marriage. Everyone felt that they were very compatible.
