So What If the Ji Family Produces a Genius? I Want to Nurture Trash

Qiao Nian placed her hand on her knee and sat casually. Her chopsticks paused when she heard this. "Help me withstand the pressure. I want to negotiate with them."

Zhong Yiliu stayed in Country M. Even if the Pharmacy Association had never participated in the battles between these forces, as a neighbor, he knew the reclusive families' situation very well.

Seeing that the girl was about to eat the noodles, he frowned and reminded her, "I'm not here because I can't withstand the pressure. I just want to tell you that the identity of the person who needs treatment is not simple. She's not just anyone from the reclusive families."

The reclusive families were formed by more than a hundred factions, but one of them was definitely a leader and was called an ancestor by the others.

Or Her Majesty the Empress.

Even the Pope.