Qiao Nian stopped in her tracks. She looked at the person with her hands in her pockets.
"Are you Miss Qiao Nian?"
The butler looked like he was in his sixties. His grey hair was combed back and he was wearing a suit with a welcoming demeanor. He didn't look like trouble.
Qiao Nian nonchalantly answered, "That's right."
"That's great. I was worried that I got the wrong person." The butler smiled and answered as he handed her an invitation card.
Qiao Nian took the card. She frowned and asked, "What's this?"
The butler smiled and answered, "Our matriarch will be having her seventieth birthday soon, and she will be celebrating it in Rao City. She's sincere in inviting you. The date and location are stated on the invitation. Do join us if you're available."
Qiao Nian opened the card and saw only two words written on it: Tangwei.
Tang?
