Suitors were as numerous as carp crossing the river.
Among those present, there was no shortage of her admirers. Hearing Yu Xiaolong's words, how could they possibly tolerate it? Each one of them wanted nothing more than to jump out and skin him alive.
Wang Xiu suddenly sensed something and looked in a particular direction, his gaze meeting Zhao Qingyu's furious glare.
Zhao Qingyu's light blue dress danced in the wind. Her long, slender legs seemed to glow, and her magnificent figure was a beautiful, captivating sight. At that moment, her face held a trace of light annoyance and a faint, almost invisible blush that was utterly charming.
It was the first time Wang Xiu had ever seen such an expression on her face, and he was momentarily surprised. At the same time, he felt completely innocent. I wasn't the one who said it, so why is she glaring at me?
Wang Xiu coughed twice. "Brother Yu, watch your words. You can't make jokes like that; you'll easily provoke the entire crowd!"
