The girl was wearing a very pretty dress. Her hair was loose except that her hair at the sides had been gathered behind her head. A beautiful bow sat on her head.
Her little face was powdered, which made her look more exquisite. Her lips were reddened with lipstick.
She wore a pair of little leather shoes and carried a beautiful little bag. Her dress was very modern.
Her name was Yang Yujiao, and she was the granddaughter of the Yang family's second son. The Yang family doted on her.
Mo Yang looked at her. His expression did not change, and he continued to smile slightly. "Yang Yujiao, are you looking for me?"
In this compound, Mo Yang was a famous Crown Prince. He was delightful, lively and charming. Almost every child here knew him.
Yang Yujiao instinctively frowned when she saw Mo Yang holding a strange little girl's hand. "Who is she?"
Mo Yang said, "A good friend of mine."
He did not say a single word more.