"Why do you all keep staring at this young master's face?"
"Can't you stop making excuses for not having fairies fall into your lap? Being the dream lover and destined husband of two supremely beautiful fairies—do you think it's all because of this handsome face?"
"You should look for the problem within yourselves, like how this young master is a prime example of grand potential, and you gentlemen are... Zhao Rong couldn't help but comment."
Actually, whether it was Gu Yiwu and his classmates or other unfamiliar guests, Zhao Rong didn't really care about their strange looks.
However, a maid who had just joyfully become the second wife suddenly shooting him a glance from behind made Zhao Rong feel like he had thorns in his back.
"Will Qian'er send a letter back to Du You City overnight? Or perhaps write a 'Maid's Diary' or 'Supervising Rong'er's Daily Work Report' every day, and later hand it over to Qing Jun..." Zhao Rong inwardly lamented.
