Chen Xinmi clearly hadn't expected Lin An to open the door so quickly, as she raised her head with a slender cigarette in her mouth.
The decorative black veil on her hat obscured half of her face, Lin An could only see a glimpse of dark red lips, which parted slightly, her voice carrying the distinctive huskiness of a smoker.
"Imperial Wizard Alliance Southern Division Director and Shenhou City Wizard Association President, Chen Xinmi, is here on business."
This witch did not seem to have come to blow up his home, speaking with a ceremonious gravity, a cigarette pinched in one hand and a document bag in the other, she sized him up before continuing, "Mr. Lin, you might have to postpone your basketball game. I have some official matters to discuss."
Lin An was momentarily stunned, released his grip from the door handle, and stepped aside to let her enter with a graceful composure.
Official matters?
Director? President?
This witch presented herself with such variability.
