Shao Qingyuan and Gu Yundong looked up at the same time at Room 11.
The window of the private room was opened, and an inconspicuous young man's face appeared. He was very unfamiliar, and Shao Qingyuan and the other man didn't know him.
But Han Ying knew him. He was one of them.
Her face lit up and she quickly stood up from the ground.
The person in Room 11 continued, "No matter what, Miss Han is still the eldest daughter of the marquis family. Most of the women are inferior to someone from a marquis family, right? Ignoring everything else, do you know how to play the zither, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and song? I heard that you came from a farming family and have to do farm work since you were young. You don't even have time to read. I'm afraid you can't even write beautiful words, right?"
