Chapter 473 The Fourth Young Master

But then again, what does it matter?

If a person always counts the gains and losses in everything they do, there is no meaning in living.

You looked at the person by your side and smiled.

No matter what, she was still Zhao'er, your Zhao'er.

You slightly opened your mouth and bit off half of a hawthorn from the sugar-coated haw skewer that Zhao'er handed to you, while Zhao'er unhesitatingly took the other half into her mouth.

And this action, typically shared between lovers, naturally caught the eyes of Meng Xiao and a man in white who happened to walk by at that moment.

Meng Xiao, gazing at Zhao'er whose figure haunted his dreams, couldn't help but give a bitter smile and said to the man in white beside him, "White, the girl you mentioned, it wouldn't be Zhao'er sitting there eating skewered candy haws, would it?"

"Zhao'er?"

Upon hearing this, the man in white savored the name, then a smile that could fascinate any woman surfaced on his handsome face, "Nice name."