Xue Ling lowered his gaze at the handkerchief, then glanced at the unruly girl in pink outside the pavilion.
He clicked his tongue in annoyance, ignoring the girl's demand, and walked straight out of the pavilion.
After taking only a few steps, the girl in pink, flushed with anger and shame, rushed to block his path. "Hey! What kind of person are you?! Don't you even have the basic manners a man should possess?!"
"Helping you would be a favor. Not helping you is my duty. Stop whining. Step aside."
"You—" The girl was furious. "They say sons of noble families are well-read, humble, and courteous. Who would've thought someone like you would turn out to be such a disgrace!"
Xue Ling raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down.
After a moment, he said, "Are you the one arranged by my mother for me to meet?"
The girl froze momentarily.
