Little Jiajia looked in the direction the vendor was pointing and saw a few well-dressed young masters walking out of the Yuelai Restaurant surrounded by servants.
The oldest among them was about thirteen or fourteen years old, and the youngest looked to be not much younger than her.
She had a beautiful father at home. Apart from Xuanyuan Ziming, who was so chubby that one could not tell if he was beautiful or ugly, the rest of her cousins were all blessed. She had also seen the Young Masters of the other aristocratic families.
Little Jiajia admitted that she was used to beauty and had seen the world, but her eyes still lit up when she saw so many good-looking young masters.
In particular, there was a young man in a black robe. His hair was half tied up and there was a white jade hairpin at the top of his head. He had clean eyes, red lips, and white teeth.
As Little Jiajia watched, tears streamed down the corners of her mouth.