Was he a refined young noble, or a bookish fool who had read himself silly?
As Yun Zihan walked along, she saw a handsome man in fine clothes approaching. Knowing he wasn't the one she was looking for, she immediately stepped aside.
"Miss Yun?" Weng Jianrui called out softly.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Because he felt Yun Zihan had an air of pettiness, and the fabric of her clothes seemed ordinary. Dressed like that, could she really have a generous dowry?
Hearing him, Yun Zihan couldn't hide and had to come forward with a slight bow, "My respects to the young master, I shall take my leave!"
Weng Jianrui's brow furrowed.
Her appearance was passable, but her manners were lacking.
Didn't she know that he was waiting for her here? Besides, hadn't she come from the Yun Family's monastery? Wasn't she a Miss Yun?
"Mmm!" Weng Jianrui responded with a muffled grunt, letting Yun Zihan leave.
After walking a good distance away, Yun Zihan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
