Chu Yi, just like Old Man Zhuge, fixed his gaze on the young girl standing before him.
All men in this world seem to be the same—they always like young and pretty girls.
This girl, whose name was Fu Ling, walked gracefully and came to the railing of the pavilion.
Judging by her expression, there wasn't even the slightest ripple of emotion on her face. Even Old Man Zhuge's fervent gaze didn't seem to have anything to do with her.
She merely glanced at Old Man Zhuge indifferently, and, well, also glanced at Chu Yi in passing.
Expression aside, even Fu Ling's gaze seemed utterly devoid of any sign of fluctuation.
Although Fu Ling didn't say a word, it didn't seem to affect Old Man Zhuge's opinion of her one bit.
No need to wonder; Old Man Zhuge had obviously encountered situations like this more than once.
"I brought someone here for you."
As soon as Old Man Zhuge said this, Chu Yi immediately protested angrily, "Old Man Zhuge, I never agreed to become this woman's..."
