Shen Zhiyi was eager to make introductions.
However, Yaoyao's gaze shifted behind her.
The person walking the slowest had an air of effortless nobility, like the tranquil snow on a deep pond, embodying the elegance bred through generations.
Shen Zhiyi followed Yaoyao's gaze: "He is the Princely Heir from the Duke Shun Mansion."
"Conforming to norms, he treats people with warmth and courtesy, yet he never takes a step beyond the boundaries of etiquette."
Yaoyao seemed unfazed by this information.
Xiao Huaian couldn't stand hearing her praise others: "We can hear you."
Shen Zhiyi toned it down: "Then shall we... speak softer?"
Yaoyao was puzzled: "Why should we speak softer?"
"We speak openly and truthfully. What's there to avoid?"
Shen Zhiyi: ...
Apparently, that makes sense.
Xiao Huaian's eyelids twitched, wondering why these two had so much to say!
Might as well have a real fight.
If they teamed up, it would be chaotic!
He called over Shen Zhiyi: "Come here."
