Hearing his evaluation, Xia Qingqian became a bit nervous: "Young Master Che, how can I be compared to Grandma? Although I've never met her, I believe she must be a beautiful socialite. I'm just an ordinary girl, unworthy of being compared to her. I can't bear it..."
"Ah, it's my mistake! Qing Qian, I'm sorry." Beitang Yao immediately apologized upon realizing his slip of the tongue.
"Young Master Che, didn't you say we were going for a walk?" Xia Qingqian smiled slightly, hurriedly changing the subject.
Beitang Yao lowered his head to look at the girl right in front of him. The moonlight fell on her delicate, flawless face, making her features appear even softer and more enchanting. At that moment, gazing at her gentle profile, with eyelashes long and thick like a fan, her petite and delicate nose, and soft pink lips, his heart sank instantly...
"Qing Qian, you are truly beautiful..." Beitang Yao gazed deeply at her, and those words slipped out involuntarily.
