Translator: Pika

  Xie Daoyun, who had been paying attention to their side of the room, felt her face heat up. She pulled her little brother’s ears, flustered. “Stupid brat, what the heck are you saying?”


  Even though she did think of Zu An favorably, it would never be at the level where she would be willing to marry him. Besides, was he really going to say that right in front of Chu First Miss? How was she even supposed to show herself in public in the future?

  Xie Xiu c..