Qin Ruan had met Rong Jing's older cousin before.
He was a man with a pair of mandarin duck eyes, modest as jade, who appeared very serious, and he was gentle to the core.
Her gaze scrutinizing Rong Jing, she faintly nodded, "Pretty good, you look... quite dignified and much more mature."
Rong Jing slightly lifted his brows, concealing the youthful mischief in his maturity, "Really? I also feel this outfit makes me look elite."
A mere few words, and Rong Jing's true personality was exposed.
Fu Yinru's gaze landed on Rong Jing, asking, "Who is this?"
Rong Jing waved his hand with a laugh on his face, "Just an insignificant person, nowhere near as prestigious as you, young master Fu."
Qin Ruan's lips curved into a smile as she introduced, "His name is Rong Jing, the seventh of the Rong family."
Although Rong Jing came from a side branch of the Rong family, he had been included in the main line of the family tree, making him part of the aristocratic family nonetheless.