Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiuli's brows suddenly furrowed, and she stood up, looking displeased at the staff member, "What does the other party look like?"
"It's... a young girl, very good-looking." The staff member spoke softly, but when mentioning the girl's appearance, their voice suddenly grew louder.
Hearing this, Zhang Xiuli's furrowed brows looked like they were about to kill a mosquito.
The two wealthy ladies beside her exchanged glances after hearing what the staff member said.
One of them spoke up, "Oh dear, could it be your Weiyin who has come looking for you?"
The other wealthy lady, upon hearing this, immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, perhaps it's your Weiyin looking for you, and if it's your Weiyin, wouldn't she be your little ancestor?"
Though they spoke thus, both had already risen to their feet.
Whether or not Yuk Weiyin would claim to be Zhang Xiuli's ancestor was unknown to them.
All they knew was that there was going to be an interesting spectacle.
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