"Eh? Is it him?"
Hearing Lin Yuan's mutter, Tian Xuan, who was practically drooling by the window, couldn't help but exclaim softly, "Yes, yes, that's him! Doesn't he look so handsome, so dashing, so charming? Ah, I can't stand it, I need to go down right away, Young Master Cheng, Young Master Cheng!"
Looking at Tian Xuan's smitten expression, Lin Yuan couldn't help but grimace, feeling a cold sweat forming on her forehead. Was this girl bubbling with hearts in her eyes really the demure sister of Tian Hui? Was she truly the biological daughter of the graceful Madam Tian? Are you sure she wasn't scooped up from some infatuated woman's nest?
Meanwhile, Xia Zheng had also noticed the man that had appeared on the stage and likewise wondered aloud, "Isn't that the silly boy who was measuring vermicelli with a ruler?"
Lin Yuan looked up at him speechlessly. What do you mean 'silly boy'? That is called being meticulous.
