Meanwhile, inside the Marquis of Jiayuan Qiao Zhongbang's study.
As Qiao Mu's frigid gaze flitted across Seventh Master Mu and the white-haired elder, she flicked her sleeves and sat down in front of him.
The white-haired elder behind Seventh Master Mu creased his brows and couldn't resist reprimanding, "How dare you be so insolent in front of Seventh Master Mu."
Even so, Qiao Mu merely swept a freezing gaze over that elder. "My time is limited, you have 10 minutes."
"You!" The white-haired elder was incensed, but Seventh Master Mu stopped him from having a fit of anger.
"Qiaoqiao." Mu Jingrui looked at her calmly. "I believe that with your intelligence, you should know our purpose in coming today."
"I do not know." Qiao Mu's voice was particularly even, tinged with a bit of apathy.
The white-haired elder promptly turned furious. "How could you not know!"
