"Exactly, in the whole of Yangcheng, only our Shuxian is worthy of the second young master," the people around echoed unanimously, as if many moons were surrounding a star.
"Don't talk nonsense, the second young master might have had something to discuss with her," Sun Shuxian said, holding the Gold Card in her hand, smiling coyly, appearing shy but actually glaring arrogantly at Mu Yin who was sitting in the classroom, her voice rose as if afraid that others might not hear her.
Mu Yin was aware of the commotion outside, a flash of coldness swept through her clear water-like eyes.
It looked like Yingying had prepared everything.
She thought the Gold Card was pretty useful, not a waste since she was kissed madly early that morning.
Thinking about last night, Mu Yin subconsciously reached to touch her still swollen lips, and her face uncontrollably flushed a bit more.
