Ye Haohuan seemed indifferent to Xuanyuan Feng's floral message, as if he had not heard it at all.
Ye Shiqi was somewhat interested in Xuanyuan Feng's fierce style. She felt she could sense the personality of another friend in her, robust and hearty, and although somewhat tomboyish, this type of person was somewhat easier to get along with than the scheming types and the hypocritical virtuous ones.
She liked such characteristics in people, even though they had just met, she felt inclined to get along and interact with her.
"Sure, then please lead the way, Sister Feng!"
Xuanyuan Yunlong, hearing Ye Shiqi's crisp voice and seeing her amiable smile, always felt he could see what his mother often described: a lady of high society should be decorous and graceful. From this Young Master, he saw the aura of a mature woman.
