Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and Huihui, standing beside Ji Xingtang, slightly furrowed her brows.
Even the beauty of Sheng Youxia made her uncomfortable.
She quickly clenched Ji Xingtang's hand and forcefully pinched one of his fingers, because compared to Sheng Youxia, not a single woman present had a chance to compete.
Zhao Zhengping and Fu Shilv had a good relationship, but they didn't have many opportunities to meet privately, unlike Xiao Rui, who could recognize Sheng Youxia with just a glance.
"Grandpa, the Incense Master you invited looks somewhat familiar."
Old Mr. Zhao laughed. Could he still not see through his grandson's thoughts?
"Don't just randomly start fancying someone again; she's different from those people you know."
"Yes..." Zhao Zhengping couldn't deny it, "She really is quite different."
Old Mr. Zhao was heartbroken over his grandson's affairs.