The fragrance I smelled must have been from West Lake Longjing tea, and not just ordinary, but the finest kind, truly befitting the wealthy.
After a while, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs, it seemed the master of the house had already begun.
Yin Xiaofan was also very curious about where he was and how mysterious he was.
"Kid, we meet again," an elderly man said as he slowly approached Yin Xiaofan's body and sat down with a smile.
Yin Xiaofan too was surprised to see this elderly man's face.
The Qian family were the wealthiest people in Tianhai. It wouldn't be surprising for them to live here. Yin Xiaofan was taken aback by the fact the man was shrouded in so much mystery.
Considering if it was reasonable to think they wanted to trade something with her, she could only see this as a possibility; otherwise, Yin Xiaofan couldn't think of, or find anything else she could do.
