The young girl was about 16 or 17 years old. She looked worriedly at the girl in pink who was being held by the neck. She quickly said, "Please forgive her, Fifth Young Sir! This one's younger sister is immature! Please spare her this time around. She will certainly not be so unbridled in front of you in the future!"
Fifth Young Sir Qin eyed that girl coldly. "You are the eldest young lady of the Mu Clan, Mu Rouxuan?"
He spoke in the affirmative.
Fifth Young Sir evidently knew this Young Lady Mu Rouxuan.
However, it was one thing to know her. Whether or not to give her face was another.
They all hailed from large clans in the capital, so they had more or less met several times before during palace banquets or aristocratic gatherings.
On the other hand, Qiao Mu looked those two girls up and down when she heard "the Mu Clan." She harrumphed and turned her petite head aside.
