This time, Qiao Nian did not mention the Ji family.
But someone remembered the name.
The people from the church were in an uproar. Someone said in shock amidst the noise, "Ji Qing's daughter? Ji Qing has a daughter? That's… a direct descendant of the Ji family?"
The Ji family's direct and side branches were completely different.
At their level, the side branches could only bask in the family's glory, while the direct descendants had the right to inherit the family.
Ji Ziyin and Qiao Nian had never been on the same level.
Someone cleverly ran inside to report.
A few minutes later, an ordinary-looking man walked out with quick steps. Seeing the situation outside, his eyelids twitched and he walked over quickly.
"Miss Qiao."
Jacob knew her.
Qiao Nian gave him face and called out, "Daji, put it down."
"Sure." Daji put down his weapon.
