Chunhua had just approached the entrance of the Xiao Mansion when a young man emerged from the door. She hadn't time to react when, like a gust of wind, he brushed past her, his eyes clearly bearing an air of disregard for anyone else.
Arrogant, haughty, the young man's demeanor was utterly embodied in his elegant, noble attire of a white suit.
Which young master could he be? It seemed almost unnecessary to guess.
The Xiao Family servant leading the way told her, "This is our young master, the only son of the chairman."
Concerning this young master of the Xiao Family, Chunhua had heard what the public did: Nothing but tales of prodigality and wastefulness.
Now seeing him for the first time, he indeed appeared more handsome and charming than the rumors suggested, his arrogance so distinct it was evident he had been spoiled by someone.
Chunhua's eyes slightly lowered, she stepped up the stairs.
