"Wait a minute, Young Lady."
Yan Xiaye didn't want to meddle in others' business, but someone was forcing her to do so.
She frowned and looked toward the source of the voice. She faintly felt that the person looked familiar but couldn't recall where they had met.
And the person who called out to her was quite forward, walking towards her with a seductive allure from just a short distance away.
Standing in front of her, as if old friends, she intimately linked arms with her, sweetly introducing herself, "I might be a year or two older than you, so just call me Yurou."
Yan Xiaye looked inexplicably at the unexpected arm accessory, "Yurou?"
"Yes, we've met once before. Have you forgotten, Young Lady?"
Yurou pouted as if dejected. Her seemingly simple expression perfectly blended innocence with sensuality, causing uncles and elders still debating over Qin Jingyi's fiancée to be distracted one after another.
"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten."
