He, Luo Yirui, didn't dare say he'd trained, but he'd definitely been trained on!
So even though he was four years younger than Lu Xuehan, there was no way he'd lose to her in strength.
Lu Xuehan's cheeks hurt from anger; counting this brat's behavior yesterday, she had to teach him a lesson.
Just as the two of them were locked in a stalemate, two youths walked over—it was that Hou Family boy and the other youth; Luo Yirui remembered his mom had said that one was a child of the Fu Family.
Seeing the two young masters walking this way, Lu Xuehan immediately let go, clasped her hands together, her face a little embarrassed, yet she couldn't help stealing glances at those two.
"Brother Baiyu, Brother Xuan Ge." Lu Xuehan looked every bit the well-behaved good girl, making Luo Yirui feel like puking.
So there really were girls like the kind his little aunt talked about, what were they called again—oh right, white lotus bitches!
