"My little ancestor, how did you end up here?"
The middle-aged woman complained as soon as she got out of the car, while also sending a knowing glance to the beauty.
Following her gaze, the beauty saw a robust man in a suit stepping out of the car, his face stern: "Miss Zhao, our young master has been waiting for you for quite some time now. Come with me!"
"I am feeling a bit unwell today, could you please tell Young Master Qian..."
The glamorous beauty Zhao Mi gently refused, touching her forehead as she spoke, feigning a sickly appearance.
The robust man immediately frowned, displeased: "Miss Zhao, our young master is very sincere this time. If you keep refusing his hospitality, do you think that's OK?"
Zhao Mi furrowed her brows, looking for help at the middle-aged woman: "Sister Wang, I'm not feeling well today and wanted to take a walk to clear my mind. Please apologize to Young Master Qian for me."
