Si Fuqing narrowed her eyes slightly.
The last time Master Mingdeng mentioned this person, she and YUAN Mingchi had speculated that the one who had robbed her luck possessed terrifying strength.
This person could rival their master.
Now that Ji Qingwei had uttered the term "godfather," it further confirmed for Si Fuqing that such a person indeed existed.
She sent a message to Yuejian.
[Yuejian]: No problem, I'm on my way.
Ten minutes later, the office door was pushed open.
Hope flickered in Ji Qingwei's eyes.
Someone had come to rescue her!
She hurriedly scrambled to her feet, but upon looking up, she saw an ordinary-looking face—a woman with a decent figure.
Ji Qingwei froze for a moment, still processing, when she heard Si Fuqing call out.
"Third Senior Sister."
"Understood." Yuejian snapped her fingers. "Leave it to me; I'm familiar with this sort of thing."
