As his words fell, Chu Mo couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued by the identity of the manager of the 86th floor of Tianxiang Garden. Why did the former chairman Yin Yao need to be so courteous?
A noise emanated from the wooden house, and after a moment, a somewhat lazy voice gently floated over.
"What wind has blown you here, Chairman Yin? You don't usually visit me, come in."
By the sound of it, the speaker was not very old, around thirty, with a lazy and enticing tone.
Yin Yao, standing beside him, introduced in a low voice:
"It's Miss Lin Ling'er, the youngest daughter of the Lin family, one of the four major families of the Magic Capital."
As the soft words dropped, the middle-aged man beside him made a welcoming gesture. He was the first to push open the door of the wooden house, and a faint smell of tobacco slowly wafted out.
Chu Mo stepped into the wooden house, which did not seem as plain as the outside, with a strong atmosphere of luxury assailing his senses.
