Tao Yu's own demeanor, along with the different aura exhibited by the butlers and bodyguards behind him, perfectly fit their every imagination of a British noble.
"Hey, so young and already so handsome, is there no justice? Oh my, a Hereditary Duke."
A pretty female reporter in a red midriff-baring outfit, wearing light makeup, signaled the cameraman behind her to secretly film Tao Yu, while constantly murmuring.
So stylish!
Appearance, temperament, and identity perfectly matched, simply the most perfect persona.
"Huizhen, snap out of it, you're older than him."
The cameraman kept filming secretly while also not forgetting to make a quip.
But in the next moment, as a crucial point, Le Huizhen lifted her foot and gave a high-heeled kick, nearly making him kneel on the ground.
"If you can't speak properly then don't, and what's wrong with being older? Ever heard of 'married an older woman, you'll hold a gold brick'?"
"You're not just three years older I think..."
