An Esteemed Guest
Xia Xinyuan scanned the startled girl in his arms strangely. With her dishevelled appearance, outdated knowledge of fashion, and how she had panicked earlier, he understood immediately that she was from the countryside. Had any of his business associates seen him hugging a random female on the subway would have thought he was out of his mind. He, Xia Xinyuan, had better taste than that.
He couldn't help feeling that he knew her from somewhere. But considering that she was not ugly at all, it was probable that had he brought her for a haircut and a change of clothes, she would look a lot better-looking. Who would know, she might even outshine Mengchen!
Xia Xinyuan, you were from the countryside before, he reminded himself. You may be a little successful now due to luck, but you shouldn't forget your roots. If not for your gambler of a father, you wouldn't be adopted or be who you are today.