"Mr. Ying from Jiangzhou?"
Young Master Qian's heart clenched as he reluctantly said, "Dad, does this Mr. Ying have such a big influence that even grandfather knows him?"
"Big?"
Qian Boyun shook his head and sighed, "How can it just be big? In the entire Southwest, who doesn't know Mr. Ying's reputation? He is a truly powerful figure with the ability to reach the heavens!"
At this point, Qian Boyun suddenly frowned, puzzled, "Little Wei, why on earth are you bringing up Mr. Ying? Right, how did you even come to know about Mr. Ying?"
"I..."
Young Master Qian's throat felt dry, and he had no idea how to respond.
Sensing something off about his son, Qian Boyun suddenly had a bad feeling and pressed on, "Speak up, why are you asking about him? Have you offended Mr. Ying?"
"Dad... I..."
Young Master Qian's face looked miserable as he stammered.
