The pampered young miss

Ling Chuxi and the others subconsciously looked towards the city gate. The one who spoke was a young girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old. She was quite beautiful and was currently acting all high and mighty, like a proud Princess.

A young man of similar age was talking to MA Zi and the others. When he heard the young girl's disdainful shout, his face blushed slightly. Without saying anything more, he took out a storage bag and handed it over, then quickly followed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I made you wait. " The young man said apologetically. He wasn't handsome, but he had a refined air about him.