Zhao Lan took a sip of red wine, eyeing Shen Lan with an expression full of insinuation.
Looking sideways at Cheng Yanqing, who nodded in affirmation, he advised, "Since she is Cheng Yanqing's dance partner, it's better not to pursue her."
"This man is my father's powerful opponent, I wouldn't dare to provoke him. It'd be terrible if I ended up causing a big trouble."
His assistant, however, seemed to take things too seriously, and couldn't help but chuckle, "She is just a beautiful woman, young master, you're worrying too much."
"No man would dare to stand up against our grandfather just for a woman."
"Moreover, whoever our young master wants, who could deny?"
This housekeeper knew how to butter him up, but Zhao Lan enjoyed that. He said seriously, "That's something you wouldn't understand."
"Cheng Yanqing is famously loyal in love. I heard he was once excessively indulgent towards his stunning wife."
"His reputation has spread far and wide, and many women envy his wife."
