Old Master Tang slowly stood up from his armchair, leaning on his cane with a raised eyebrow.
CLACK! CLACK! CLACK!
The next second, a group of tall female guards dressed in black leather slowly walked in. There were more than thirty of them. Each held a dagger, their expressions resolute and their postures ramrod-straight. They lined up on both sides, their gazes cold. A single glance was enough to tell they were exceptionally skilled martial artists.
"Who are you?" Tang Yuxiang immediately roared at them. Despite their formidable appearance, this was, after all, the Tang Family estate.
Zhao Ruoying, dressed in a purple gown, slowly stepped inside. "Don't misunderstand. It's just me, Zhao Ruoying."
"Mrs. Zhao?"
Everyone was shocked to see her. Speak of the devil! Just moments ago, they were feeling grateful toward the Yaolong Group, and now Mrs. Zhao herself had arrived.
