After saying this, Steward Liang no longer looked at the woman. He turned his face, and with a hint of ingratiation, flattered the pretty-faced lady beside him, "Miss Hong, are you satisfied with this arrangement?"
"Hmm." Miss Hong'er responded with a nasal sound, her gaze scanning the scolded woman up and down with indifference and arrogance, but she said nothing more.
At this moment, three elegantly dressed young men approached from another pavilion. The leading figure, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, exuded confidence and vigor, embodying the ideal image of a prince charming in a maiden's heart; he was precisely Zhou Wu.
"Young Master…"
Upon seeing Zhou Wu, the arrogance and coldness in Maid Hong's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by a flattering smile as she softly called out and swayed her hips charmingly, gracefully approaching him.
