Noticing a few people in the distance casting flustered glances her way, Shen Qing's lips curved into a cool smile. Seeing them quickly avert their eyes like thieves and pretend nothing had happened, she finally turned her attention to a young boy walking over from nearby.
This was the boy who had caused the commotion just moments ago—Xue Chengren, the legitimate Third Young Master of the Marquis Zhongyong Mansion.
He appeared a little taller than Zihan and was dressed in sapphire-blue brocade. He had thick brows and large eyes, his features quite handsome, but his expression held a hidden arrogance. Noticing the gazes directed his way, he discreetly straightened his posture, his face a mixture of impatience and a smugness he was desperately trying to conceal.
'What an emotionally complicated little brat…'
