"Who is this person with Xiaofeng?"
Immediately, someone's gaze landed on Ye Chenfeng, scrutinizing him as if a superior evaluating a subordinate.
Ji Xiaofeng snorted coldly, "Just one of Qiushui's suitors."
The person nodded and said, "Oh, so he's a suitor of Qiushui? Which family is he from? He looks unfamiliar."
Ji Xiaofeng sneered, "Family? He's just a waste. The most useless among Qiushui's suitors, he's nothing. Best not to pay any attention to him."
Upon hearing this, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of the person's mouth, "Oh, I thought he was some big deal from a family."
"Haha, trying to pursue Qiushui like that? A toad wishing to eat swan meat!"
"Exactly, Qiushui's future husband should at least be of the level of a descendant from one of the Eight Great Families, maybe even someone like Ye Mingtian."
"I've already heard that Price, the heir of South America's top Mien Family, is pursuing Qiushui."
