When Su Juan was chatting with Cai Yi, those few people had already run away awkwardly.
Xie Xun followed right behind her, staring intently, his face almost wrote big words: I have a vendetta with Cai Yi.
Su Juan stood in front of Xie Xun, smiling at Cai Yi, "Mr. Cai, I've heard a lot about you."
Cai Yi's mouth curled slightly, "Cai is not talented; it's Miss Su who is well esteemed."
This past half year, just by being in the Capital, Cai has heard of Su Juan's big name; even her portraits have spread widely.
Su Juan's eyes lit up, "You actually know me?"
She hadn't even introduced herself yet.
Cai Yi smiled, "I've seen Miss Su's portrait; you look even better than in the picture."
Xie Xun rolled his eyes behind, hypocritical, Su Juan is not that kind of shallow woman who would be easily charmed by such simple words.
[Wow, he said I'm good-looking, sweet talk, discerning, knows how to speak well, not bad.]
