Fang Jinxiu stared at Ning Yunzhao in front of her, not thinking of whipping him but thinking of yelling.
Yelling for the whole city to come see.
Come see what trash the jade-like noble son you always speak of is.
Fang Jinxiu had a certain resolve against the opposite sex. Naturally, she disdained those other girls who were always so concerned with boys. But she was helpless against the fame of Tenth Noble Son Ning who was labelled a child prodigy since he was six years old.
No matter whether it be studies, looks, or even personality, he met everyone's expectations of perfect.
Despite his illustrious and prosperous background, he was not arrogant and domineering but instead meek and polite and treated others sincerely. His outstanding looks were elegant but not gaudy. He was smart but not full of himself, always striving to learn more of the sea of knowledge.
There really was no way to hate such a young man.
