"And still, you call me ‘pretty girl’. I thought you were complimenting me on my beauty." Completely hopeless, this fine-looking maid regained her composure and uttered coldly as she rested her eyes on Xu Baomo, "To think of that, do you ever remember my name, Young Lord?"

Rattled by his upcoming tragic fate, Xu Baomo wasn't in a mood to talk with her. He said perfunctorily, "Pretty girl, don't be ridiculous. I need to go see my father now... Maybe it's not the end for us, ...