Lu Qingyi curved her lips slightly, didn't say much. She surely had numerous identities, but she saw no necessity to share it and become the talk of the town.
"Sister Qing's identity can be traced from Jin City to Kyoto."
Jiang Yumeng sniffed, speaking slowly.
Lu Qingyi: "..."
From Jin City to Kyoto?
That was too exaggerated. She didn't have that many identities.
"Hehe."
Li Xianya chuckled dryly. She knew Jiang Yumeng was exaggerating. Even if Lu Qingyi had multiple identities, how could it span to such extent?
The soiree was extended much longer than planned, ending an hour later than expected. Lu Qingyi had left before it was over.
As soon as the soiree ended, a crowd poured out of the venue and rushed to the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Knowing that Lu Qingyi had left, they too, albeit slightly disappointed, departed.
Li Yuanyuan was thoroughly neglected. Watching the crowd disperse, and still standing alone in the venue, she clenched her fists tightly.
