Xia Wenjin looked at Xia Wanqing, who was still trying to convince her, furrowed her brows, and said, "Father, Huangfu Yuxuan's eyes are so deep you can't see the bottom, and his smile is so fake it seems real. He appears gentle and polite to everyone, and no matter what he hears, he just smiles it off, never gets angry. Do you think there is someone with such a good temper in this world? Not getting angry doesn't mean a good personality; sometimes it's a calculated tolerance, a deep scheming!"
Xia Wanqing naturally knew that Huangfu Yuxuan had deep scheming, but he admired this young man. At such a young age, he already had the majesty, and the nobility in his bones was not formed overnight.
Young, prestigious, courageous, and scheming, is that not an advantage?
