"Isn't that right? If I had a handsome man like Seventh Young Master to carry my luggage, I'd die without regrets." Somewhere else, another woman sighed.
Xia Yinian looked over at them, furrowed her brow, and said softly, "You're talking so loudly. Aren't you afraid of being overheard?"
"What's there to be afraid of? That woman isn't here, and even if she was, so what? Seventh Young Master treats his own family's younger generation even better than he treats her, I really don't believe..."
Before the woman could finish her sentence, another woman interrupted her.
"You're asking for trouble! Maybe they have people watching over here." The woman closest to Xia Yinian whispered a warning.
The woman in the middle also paused immediately, and after a while, muttered, "Pfft! I didn't name names."
It was clear that she looked down on Yu Wanqing, and indeed, no one likes someone with a bad character.
