Fang Jinxiu, who had pursued her so tirelessly, would not give up because of a door.
She stood where she was, looking all around, hoping to see someone she knew who could bring her in.
But she, after all, was a girl who rarely went out. Even if she was out and about more than her sisters, she came in contact just with the people of the exchange firm.
The people coming here were not just those dressed extravagantly; some were poor. The extravagant ones came from powerful aristocratic clans. The poor ones were usually from scholar families.
Even if their houses were in dire straits, these scholars were still part of the land-owners.
Fang Jinxiu simply did not look at the people from the aristocratic clans. She was only looking for scholars. As expected, she saw a poor middle-aged scholar coming this way before long. Fang Jinxiu’s eyes sparkled.
She knew this scholar. His name was Wang Mingyao, a scholar here in the city. Right now, he was teaching at a school.
