Murong Feiyan came to her senses at the little girl's timely reminder. Her eyes widened as though she had awakened from a dream, and then she chuckled. "His clumsy tricks are only good for fooling underage girls. What was that, 'gong-selling iron shells'? How sickeningly sappy."
Hu Xiaotian did not know whether to laugh or cry. That little brat up ahead has ears like a thief. One sentence from her wiped out the romantic atmosphere I worked so hard to create. Damn it, that's no way to pull the rug out from under someone! He cleared his throat. "Not 'gong-selling iron shells.' Romantic. Listen, little sister, you haven't even reached puberty yet. When you grow up, you'll understand that an outstanding woman absolutely must have a sense of romance."
The little girl snorted ahead of Murong Feiyan. "What's so great about that? Not a single man is any good!"
Her words provoked collective outrage. Even the four servants felt the little brat was far too sweeping in her judgment, killing an entire boatload with one stroke of her club. Their young master might not be a good man, but they were poor, propertyless servants who certainly did not consider themselves bad people.
Hu Xiaotian found it secretly amusing. A girl of eleven or twelve was actually saying something like that, as though she had a wealth of romantic experience.
Liang Dazhuang spoke from behind them. "Not all men are bad. Our Young Master is the ultimate perfect man." He had felt guilty ever since revealing Hu Xiaotian's identity at the Orchid Temple, and whenever an opportunity to flatter him arose, he charged straight in without hesitation.
Hu Xiaotian cursed inwardly. *This fellow can't even flatter someone properly. The ultimate perfect man? Did I hear that wrong? Why does it reek