Zeng nianren watched Yan qingsi's back as she left. She walked with ease, her long hair swaying behind her, and her figure elongated by the setting sun.
Zeng nianren narrowed his eyes, and no one could see the light in them.
From this woman's speech and behavior, from her eyes, Zeng nianren could clearly read the word "disdainful" from her.
That's right, he was disdainful. A woman was disdainful of him, Zeng nianren.
The Zeng family was a well-known family. Three generations ago, they were all aristocrats. In the country, they were one of the top noble families.
What was Yan qingsi? Even if she had the Xia family's backing, what was she? She actually dared to look down on him.
Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Zeng nianren turned his head and met a pair of long and deep eyes.
Her eyes were very beautiful, and her face was very good-looking.