"Lady Goddess, please come in," Gong Shuiwei said with a gentle laugh.
Ye Qingyin suddenly stood up, bowed her head in reverence and said, "Lady Goddess, I, I am Ye Qingyin."
Due to nervousness, Ye Qingyin stuttered.
Then, the sound of high heels gradually approached, and Ye Qingyin almost suffocated because of the anticipation.
Next, a hand rested on top of Ye Qingyin's head, and a gentle voice sounded: "Qingyin, am I that frightening?"
Through Lin Qingyu and Lin Yueyao, Ye Qingyin had become quite familiar with the members of the Yang family.
"Huh?" Ye Qingyin hesitated, "this voice.."
She nervously lifted her head and then froze: "Sister Ya.."
"Yes, Yang Ya is our founder of the Dawn of Light, the woman hailed as 'The Brilliant Goddess'," Gong Shuiwei walked over, lightly chuckling.
Yang Ya rolled her eyes: "Such a vulgar title, I wonder what uncultured woman came up with it."