While the two of them looked Feng Jiu up and down, Feng Jiu also looked back at them, sizing them up without making it obvious. When the two of them walked over, she stood up and nodded at them with a smile.
"Master Luo, Madam Luo."
"Hehehe, please sit down Young Master." The more Master Luo looked at him, the more satisfied he felt. He thought that his son's friend was remarkably outstanding, much more than his own son was.
He was dressed in red clothes that dazzled like fire, and its splendour was infinite.
The young man exuded the wantonness of the red clothes, respectfulness and radiance, on top of the evil charm oozed from his bones. Coupled with his handsome face, it was truly stunning at first sight. At first glance, it was obvious that he had come from a respectable family and had been brought up well. That's where his good grace and disposition had come from.
