He made no attempt to conceal the superiority in his voice, as though he were a god in the heavens who had randomly selected Wenren Luoshui as the lucky one among the countless faithful begging for his protection.
The noble young ladies around him looked at him as though he were an idiot.
Whether in his previous life or this one.
Without the support of the Prince of Beiping's Residence, he was nothing more than a pauper who needed his fellow villagers to fund even his schooling.
Just where had he found the nerve to speak as though he were a cut above everyone else?
Apparently, the blows he had suffered in his previous life had not been heavy enough!
The noble young ladies sitting in the pavilion directly behind Wenren Luoshui and her companions were loyal customers of her Begonia Garden. Seeing such a disgusting man pestering her, they could not resist speaking up to mock him.
"What a joke. When we go out to distribute porridge on the first and fifteenth of each month, we at least get a word of thanks. Yet some people come rushing to curry favor and still act so high and mighty. Does she owe you something?"
"When I keep a lapdog long enough, even it knows to wag its tail at me."
Another noble young lady voiced her mockery while playing with the snow-white lapdog in her arms.
These young ladies raised by distinguished families might have their share of friction, but generally speaking, when faced with a scumbag bent on scheming against them, they would still choose to stand with the woman.
Standing before Wenren Luoshui, Jiang Ning turned red, then blue, then purple beneath the barbs flying at him from every side.
If his head could have been wired up,