Jiang Jinxian, although an adopted daughter of the Yun Family, was also fresh and gentle, the object of admiration for many talented young men. Seeing such a flower stuck on a cow dung was indeed a cause for lament.
Jiang Jinxian's gaze shifted and quickly locked onto Ji Yunya's figure. With just a glance, she discreetly lowered her head without making a sound.
She tugged at He An and whispered, "I'm feeling a bit unwell. Let's go sit over there for a while."
He An, of course, was compliant with whatever she said.
Watching He An wait on Jiang Jinxian hand and foot, it was clear there was something going on between the two, leading some people to start speculating.
The arrival of Ning Zihuan and Ning Qinglin made a group of women's eyes light up.
Ning Zihuan was the epitome of a beautiful young gentleman, while Ning Qinglin was scholarly and refined. The two styles combined were a feast for the eyes.
