Cai Wei startled and took a step back. Carefully looking, she saw a slick, pretty-faced young man standing in front of her, smiling broadly. One look at his face and she knew he was no good.
Cai Wei scowled, demanding, "Who are you? Why are you obstructing my way?"
Liuzhu quietly introduced, "Young Miss Biao, this is the main house's oldest young master."
Du Yu Lang laughed and said, "My dear cousin, you are so busy that you forgot about me. But I think about you all the time!"
While speaking, he fanned himself with a Xiangfei bamboo folding fan, exuding an air of calculated charm in front of Cai Wei. It was April, a bit chilly in the evening, and Du Yu Lang was wearing a thin, endearing silk robe, ostentatiously showing off in front of her.
Especially those inappropriate lines he was saying, even a fool could figure out what he wanted. Not to mention someone smart like Cai Wei with forty years of life experience.
"Do you need something?"
