Jiang Tianyi entered the room respectfully.
By the windowsill of the VIP suite stood a woman. She wore a veil, her back to Jiang Tianyi, her gaze drifting leisurely down toward Chen Xiao and his group. Two people stood beside her, one middle-aged and the other elderly. Both had solemn expressions, yet they exuded the coiled aura of tigers lying in wait.
These two must be masters. Jiang Tianyi thought.
He reined in his arrogant demeanor. "Miss Qin, I've long admired your reputation. It is an honor to finally meet you!"
The woman's indifferent voice floated over. "I'm well aware of your purpose here today, but as a discarded daughter of the Qin Family, I doubt I can be of much help to you."
Jiang Tianyi chuckled. "You jest, Miss Qin. You are, after all, from the Direct Lineage of the Qin Family... Even at your lowest, you still..."
