7 PM, Fulin Vineyard.
This was a Chinese-style vineyard, complete with artificial hills and flowing water, pavilions, and towers. Billowing dry ice created a continuous stream of white mist, bringing with it an aura of classical elegance that hit you as soon as you walked in.
Being there gave one the illusion of having traveled through time.
Qiao An arrived with Xia Lin, keeping their appointment.
She really wanted to see what Ji Qingxin was up to this time.
The private room was in Yunlian, and dressed in Hanfu, the waiter bowed slightly and led them to the Yunlian Private Room.
Qiao An surveyed her surroundings, and Xia Lin asked in a low voice, "Miss Qiao, what is Ji Qingxin plotting this time?"
"Let's go and see."
In the Yunlian Private Room, once the waiter had bowed and left,
Qiao An pushed open the door. Inside the spacious room, Ji Qingxin and Ji Zhicheng, along with two other men, were already seated at the round table.
"Qiao An is here, come on in."
