After finishing with makeup and dressing up, it was nearly ten o'clock. Yan Chu lifted his head when he heard the noise and saw a woman as beautiful as if she belonged only in a fairyland, tugging at the hem of her deep blue gown as she descended the staircase.
A thick shade of astonishment crossed the depths of his eyes. He quickly strode forward with long legs, a hook of a smile on his lips as he said, "Weiwei, you are so beautiful."
"Is that so," Luo Qiangwei approached him, her enchanting eyes curving, "Thank you, Young Master Yan, for the compliment. After all, it was you who spent the money on this dress. It's my honor to be able to wear it as a commoner."
Young Master Yan.
It was the first time she called him that, to the surprise of the security guards and servants nearby.
Given the relationship between the First Daughter of the Sheng family and Young Master Yan over these many years... how could she speak so indifferently?
