Luckily, Ning Fan didn't give them a chance to butter him up, otherwise these guys could certainly talk your ears off and bring the dead back to life with their words.
He walked step by step with Xu Ruolan towards Quiet Thought Hall; along the way, the pavilions and towers had a classical style, serene and elegant, and the servants passing by looked at Ning Fan with a hint of curiosity.
But they greeted him warmly, with utmost flattery.
"Young Master, you've become even more handsome."
"Young Master, now that you've become the heir to the Family Head, you must promote me, we grew up together after all."
"Young Master, does your room lack a maid to serve tea? Look at me, fair-skinned and lovely, I'll definitely satisfy you."
"Young Master, I'm just eighteen this year, if you could enlighten me, I'd comply with your every wish."
"..."
Listening to these people's flattery, Ning Fan felt lines on his forehead.
