Having finished saying these words, Steward Liang no longer looked at the woman, turned his face, and with a touch of flattery smiled at the beautiful woman beside him, "Miss Hong, are you satisfied with these arrangements?"
"Hmm." The 'Miss Hong'er' let out a slight sound through her nose, looked up and down at the scolded woman, her gaze indifferent and arrogant, but she said no more.
At this moment, three youths in splendid clothing came over from the pavilion on the other side; the leader, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, was exceptionally radiant and energetic—a typical image of a prince charming in young girls' hearts—was Zhu Wu.
"Young Master…"
Seeing Zhu Wu, the maid named Xiao Hong immediately lost her arrogance and coldness, replacing it with a coquettish smile. With a soft call, she quickly swayed her waist and charmingly approached him.
