The man named Luo Yi, sporting a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, revealed a fox-like smile. "What, does Third Young Master Murong look down on this?"
Murong Shaoyang curled his lips to express his disdain. "Fu Boyan, do you think she looks good?"
Murong Shaoyang turned his gaze toward a refined and cultured man seated on a luxurious sofa to his left. The man was elegantly savoring a glass of red wine, and when he lifted his head and glanced at Murong Shaoyang, he said, "Don't ask me, why don't you ask our Master Li."
Fu Boyan looked toward the man beside him.
