Sir Yun Shao, An Xiulan's new teacher, was a man in his fifties. He looked too fit and elegant for a man in his fifties whose career had been ruined. Or that was what people used to say behind his back.
An family was waiting in the living room when he arrived wearing a three-piece suit, a hat on his head and a cane in his hand.
"Mr Yun, this is Miss An, " Gu Yanxi made the introductions as soon as the man arrived.
Sir Yun Shao looked at An Qinyan from head to toe, narrowing his eyes. It was as if he was going to read every line on her face. He finally opened his mouth and said, "If this is the candidate, I'm out. I have no patience for a woman as old as her to understand that Miss China is not for them."
It would not be the first time that he had come across such a woman. In his career, he had seen a variety of women taking all kinds of means to participate in this kind of beauty pageant.
