Master Wang, Which Table Should We Sit At?

Zhong Yiliu ignored them. He drank the tea leisurely and looked calm.

It was as if what these people said had nothing to do with him.

Ji Lingfeng didn't care about what they said. Instead, he tilted his head and asked Zhong Yiliu casually, "Elder Zhong, you know Qiao Nian. What kind of person do you think she is?"

Ji Lingfeng wasn't a simple person in the independent continent. Even the Pharmacy Association couldn't offend him.

Zhong Yiliu thought for a moment. "Are you talking about Qiao Nian?"

Ji Lingfeng nodded gently. He didn't rush him.

The other people at the table looked at Zhong Yiliu. All of them were filled with curiosity. They really wanted to know some news about the heir of the Xie family.

Zhong Yiliu's expression was serious as he looked at Ji Lingfeng and the other curious people seriously. He only replied calmly, "Oh, she's a genius."

Everyone at the table was in an uproar.