"You're that Child of Qingyu?"
As soon as Luo Yirui got on the cart, someone spoke up.
Luo Yirui turned his head. The few teenagers in the cart were all looking at him, their eyes laced with faint mockery, clearly despising both the title and the person who wore it.
Three boys and two girls, all around eighteen or nineteen. From the looks of it they weren't from the same family. Judging by their tone they seemed to all be from First-class Families—after all, Second- or Third-class Families wouldn't dare mock Qingyu like this.
Luo Yirui raised a brow. "You guys aren't going to compete, so what are you wandering around the estate for?"
The smiles on the teenagers' faces froze in unison. Anyone still wandering about the courtyards at this time obviously didn't have the qualifications to compete and had only tagged along to broaden their horizons.
