"I know," Xiao Ying said, "If Miss Han is willing, I have no problem."
Xiao Ying was smart and knew how to seize an opportunity.
For Xiao Ying, this was the best opportunity.
Han Miaoyu's excellence did not lie in what her status was or how much dowry she would bring in the future; her excellence lay in the fact that she was a girl raised by one of Yun City's most historic aristocratic families.
The cultivation and self-restraint of such a girl were innate, engraved in her soul.
Her unique elegant and noble temperament was something that no amount of money could cultivate afterward.
To marry such a girl would be his lifetime fortune.
And as for Han Miaoyu, he naturally liked her.
Although it wasn't the kind of liking that came with love, it was a pure appreciation for beautiful things, but he believed that falling for such an outstanding girl wouldn't be difficult.
Ye Qingci laughed, "Miaoyu doesn't have any problems with it, she likes you a lot."
