"What? Liu Tianning?!" Xiao Baoyu was immediately startled.
For someone like him who always flaunts his background, the backgrounds of others naturally mattered a great deal.
And among those whom his father, Marquis Wucheng, had warned 'never to offend' was indeed Liu Tianning.
"Princely Heir, could it be Zhao Xing?" Xiao Baoyu's attitude took a complete one hundred and eighty-degree turn.
"Merely I, Zhao Xing, do not deserve such an honorific title from your highness."
"Oh, you do, you do!"
"Princely Heir, it is I, Xiao Baoyu, who was blind, never expecting to meet you here."
Xiao Baoyu, a talent himself, flew over without any guard up, trembling all the while.
"Hmph." Long Xiao snorted. He wasn't resentful of the rich; he had great respect for princely heirs like Xia Jing and Ji Ziyun, as they diligently and painstakingly practiced their skills, striving earnestly for advancement.
