Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car at the entrance of Shengyue Mansion.
Someone was standing at the gate waiting, with a photo in hand, comparing it with her a few times. Once sure she was the person they were waiting for, they immediately squeezed a smile and greeted her.
"Shut up," Nan Jiaojiao had no patience for Han Qi and his group, and didn't care to listen to what he had to say. She put her hands in her coat pockets, stood up straight, and walked inside, "Lead the way ahead."
Zhou Yunlin felt oppressed.
No wonder Han Qi stepped aside to welcome her, Qi Heng couldn't even avoid it quickly enough, and even advised him to fend for himself.
Although she looked young, her temper was anything but small. The aura she carried was so powerful it made people subconsciously hold their breath.
Her face was stunningly beautiful, but her expression was too harsh—unapproachable, Han Qi dared to provoke such a high and mighty beauty.