Zhou Heng revealed a hint of surprise. He should be the most famous person in Taiyin City by now, shouldn't he? Yet, this woman didn't recognize him? He smiled, cupped his fists in greeting, and said, "I am Zhou Heng. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Wang!"
"Zhou Heng?" Wang Youyue revealed a trace of confusion, as if pondering whether she had heard the name before. But after a short while, she lightly smiled and said, "I apologize, I have not heard of Young Master Zhou's name before."
"It doesn't matter!" Zhou Heng shook his head. He was just out with Yang Xiaoxiong to pass time and wasn't looking for a romantic encounter to happen.
"Please, take a seat!" Wang Youyue welcomed them to sit down at the stone table in the garden and had a servant girl bring over a pot of fragrant tea. This gesture instantly made Yang Xiaoxiong feel flattered to the point he almost cried tears of joy.
