The living room fell silent.
Ruan Qi sat on the tattered sofa, tapping her delicate fingertips on the armrest. After a moment, she spoke.
"My name is Ruan Qi, and I'm an artist."
Qiu Weiren's face contorted with disbelief.
Having been in prison for nearly ten years, he was already out of touch with society and naturally unaware of who the famous stars in the entertainment industry were. Qiu Weiren originally thought that with Ruan Qi's skills, she must be a descendant of some powerful Centennial Family.
Yet, to his surprise, she was actually part of the entertainment industry.
Qiu Weiren felt a bit bewildered.
He looked at Ruan Qi with confusion and asked, "Since you're an artist, how do you get involved in these matters? As far as I know, there were no people from the entertainment circle among those involved in that incident back then. And besides, your age doesn't match up."
