The sudden question struck Nian Xiaomu dumb.
"I heard some rumors about you and Young Master Han and couldn't help but learn more about the gossip…" Nian Xiaomu was so alarmed that she bounced up from the chair before Shangxin could finish her sentence.
"That piece of iceberg? Please spare me from this! I don't want to have an early death."
Shangxin was triggered by Nian Xiaomu's exaggerated reaction and laughed out loud. "Is he that bad? Young Master Han is the number one rich young man in City H. In addition, he's handsome and charming—the number of women who wish to marry him are lined up from the start of the street all the way to the end of the street."
"That ranking list certainly does not include his volatile and bad temper. Apart from that face of his, he has got no other merits. Anyone who has had any encounters with him would know…" The amount of bitter complaints seemed to be never ending as Nian Xiaomu talked about Yu Yuehan.