Jian Qing of the Jian family, if he could establish a connection with her, it would be of great benefit to his future inheritance of the family business.
Jian Qing put down her book, lifted her head, and her cold, pitch-black eyes like midnight casually swept over him, "Sorry, I'm not free."
After being repeatedly rejected by Jian Qing, the man's face lost its luster, and he left sheepishly.
Seeing this scene, the men who were originally eager all became somewhat timid, as being publicly rejected was quite a loss of face.
Jian Qing picked up her book again, noticing that the crowd around her was growing, and the low buzz of whispers in her ears caused her to frown slightly.
"She's just a bit pretty, what's so great about that?" A few girls muttered discontentedly from not far away as they saw Jian Qing attracting everyone's attention upon her arrival.
"Does she need to be so aloof? Putting on airs."
