Not Good at Handling Husbands

Upon hearing the voice, the shopkeeper Mu, was exasperated. How did this kid show up again?!

The door to the elegant room was pushed open, and a young man walked in with a smile. He appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen years old, handsome and clean-cut, exuding a vibrant aura.

Dressed in white garments with a pendant hanging from his waist, it was evident that he held a respectable status. As soon as he entered the room, his gaze fell upon Xie Wan, and their eyes met.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze, and his handsome face turned red. He stared at her in a daze, his eyes fixed without blinking, as if he had been put under a petrification spell.

His gaze was too intense, causing Xie Wan to instinctively avert her eyes. She put her veil back on and bowed to Mu, saying, “I have some matters to attend to, so I won’t disturb you any longer. Goodbye.”

With the young man present, Mu refrained from saying too much and simply nodded, saying, “Miss Xie, take care.”