In this lifetime, a joyful encounter?
Or enemies on a narrow road, meeting everywhere?
Jiang Muwan didn't know whether to describe it as the former or the latter, but in any case, she understood that this meeting was unlikely to be anything good.
Especially with the Song Family members still in the rear wing room behind her.
If the two families met, they wouldn't come to blows, after all, they were all people of status; a verbal skirmish, however, seemed inevitable.
Jiang Muwan's hands were tucked into the pockets of her down jacket, a fluffy scarf wrapped around her neck, lending her an air of meekness. She had been about to step down but stood still instead, her gaze darkening as she watched a group of people approaching from the rear wing.
