Is such a girl worthy of Young Master Jue?

  Lan took out a cigarette casually.

  He casually opened it and saw three words on it - Huang Shao Jue.

  Ai Xiangna sitting next to her screamed, "My god!! Mo Mo you're so lucky!! You drew the Will Long!!"

  "What? She drew Jia Shao? How is that possible?"

  "Is Jue Shao also among the candidates?! Waaaahhh, why didn't I get picked?!"

  "This difference is too big! It's unfair! How can it be that Will Long is an adult."

  The whole scene suddenly fell into chaos.

  "The Secretary-General said, 'Quiet, everyone quiet!'"

  The other girls were indignant, but they didn't dare lose their composure in front of the young master, so they quietly calmed down.

  Even Meixing's face didn't look good.

  She originally wouldn't even give Lan Yumo a glance, but now she looked at her straight in the eye.

  She's just an ordinary Chinese girl, her appearance isn't that great, at most she can be considered cute and lovely.

  Is such a girl worthy of being called a noble young master?

  Mei Xin was also concerned about this, and it just so happened that she sat closest to the young master.

  Moreover, she has always been very confident and thought that others would cater to her and treat her like a princess.

  Since she was young, the boys around her have always treated her like this.

  "So she solemnly said to the young master of the imperial family, 'President, I think this is not quite fair. We all didn't know that you were also one of the candidates. I suggest we draw again.'"

  The other girls heard it and echoed in agreement.

  "Right! Draw again!"

  "I agree too!"

  Ai Xiao Na however was not satisfied with Lan's decision, "Why do we need to re-draw? Mo Mo didn't cheat and she was the last one to draw, it was your leftover that made her turn."

  Lan Yu Mou hastily grabbed Ai Xiao Na, "It's okay... let's draw again."

  Then, as if the paper in her hand was on fire and would scald her, she hastily threw it back into the box.

  The young master's sharp eyes swept past.

  Lan Yu didn't dare look into his eyes and kept her head down.

  But she could still clearly feel a scorching gaze fixed on her body.

  She felt a little flustered in her heart.

  How come I happened to draw him?

  This can't be him doing something on purpose, right?