"If the Zhao Family Head extends such a warm welcome, how could Chen Yi pass up the opportunity?"
Chen Yi responded.
Zhao Chongjian's face twitched. This ingrate was still holding a grudge.
Still, his animosity towards Chen Yi had lessened significantly over the years. Thanks to his various schemes, his daughter, Chengjing, had become increasingly entangled in the Zhao family's affairs and had gradually assumed responsibility for the family's obligations.
Her mind now focused on the family, she had stopped talking about eloping with this brat.
He snorted to himself, as long as one has thick enough skin, victory belongs to him.
"Of course you're welcome. All of you are young and talented, it's my honor to have you at the Zhao residence. Come in, come in!" He invited cheerily.
Just then, from not too far behind him, a weary looking Chengjing flew over hastily. Upon quick glance, it was obvious that her clothes were somewhat disheveled.
