Yan Rusheng, You’re a Jerk!

Wasn't this just a building? What's so special about it?

He couldn't understand why all the women were so excited and screaming so unreservedly.

Young Master Yan stole a glance at several ladies who were excitedly pointing at the palace and exclaiming at the top of their voices. Contempt was evident in his peach blossom-shaped eyes.

"Let's go to the wishing well." After snapping a few photos of the palace, she decided that it would suffice, so she stowed her phone away. She turned around to see Yan Rusheng staring a distance away.

She followed his line of vision, and her eyes fell upon several ladies who had black hair and were sexily dressed.

Upset, she furrowed her eyebrows. "Are they really that pretty?"

Yan Rusheng knew that she was jealous, and he grinned. He retracted his gaze and looked at Xuxu. He nodded and answered, "Yes, but they're not as pretty as you."

He held her hand and led her to the wishing well.