"Manman," Xu Yu'e sprang up like a grasshopper, the fleeting expression on her face so complex it seemed not even she could grasp what she was feeling.
Bai Lu was the first to react, spreading her arms and shielding Manman behind her like an eagle protecting its chick.
Zhao Xuejun had long heard about Manman's situation. Following Xu Yu'e as she stood up, he squinted at Manman, sizing her up. No matter how he looked, she just didn't seem to fit the image of someone from a noble family. Aside from her utterly ordinary features, the clothes on Manman's body were as mundane as they get, likely just some outfit you could pick up from the street for less than a hundred yuan.
So shabby? Was this truly the daughter of some official or had she become even more impoverished?
