The tea ran out. Xu Bai didn't come, but an irrelevant person did.
"Miss, you're drinking tea here alone. It seems like you have something on your mind."
A young man dressed in silk and satin slowly sat opposite Ye Zi with a folding fan in his hand.
The young man was handsome. Coupled with the expensive clothes he was wearing, the folding fan in his hand looked expensive, and he had an extraordinary temperament.
Ye Zi took a sip of tea and put down the teacup. She glanced at the young man indifferently and did not say anything. She continued to drink the tea.
She knew her own beauty, and she also knew the thoughts of these prodigals.
However, she didn't want to say a word now.
Compared to Young Master, the young man in front of her…Haha.
He couldn't even compare to a strand of hair on Young Master's head.