When Mr. Cui was swept by those charming eyes, his entire body was covered in goosebumps.
Being more handsome than a eunuch—is that something to be proud of?
Mr. Cui wasn't skilled in acting, and his internal rejection naturally showed on his face.
Mr. Zhao was an expert at reading people's expressions. Seeing this, he was somewhat displeased and glanced mockingly, "What's this? I praise Mr. Cui's handsomeness, and Mr. Cui isn't happy?"
Chen Zhuo was about to smooth things over when Jiang Shaohua smiled and took over, "He is but a ten-year-old child who has suffered from mutism due to family misfortunes and hasn't dared to meet people during his time at the Prince Mansion. Today, upon suddenly seeing Mr. Zhao in his splendor, he was momentarily shocked. Mr. Zhao, please forgive him this time."
Mr. Zhao's expression softened, "Commandery Princess praises this servant so generously, this servant truly doesn't deserve it."
