The man was dressed in an indigo brocade robe and held a folding fan. He was tall and dashing, with refined, handsome features, carrying himself with the air of an elegant young nobleman.
Hua Qingqing apologized profusely. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. Please forgive me."
The handsome gentleman's gaze lingered on her delicate, beautiful face for a moment before he smiled faintly.
"It's nothing."
Just then, Hua Manman stood with her hands on her hips, striking the perfect pose of a spoiled, arrogant young lady.
She warned in a sharp, clear voice.
"You, Song! If I ever see you bullying my sister again, I'll have you beaten so badly you'll be picking your teeth up off the floor!"
Song Ding was furious. "You shrew!"
Hua Qingqing had intended to leave immediately, but after hearing Hua Manman's words, she stopped in her tracks. Her beautiful, red-rimmed eyes turned to Hua Manman as she called out in a low voice.
"Manman, let's go."
