"Who is the person who came? Have you seen them before?" Su Rong asked.
The butler shook his head, "They're a new face, and the license plate seems to be from the Capital City. I reckon they don't have good intentions."
Su Rong's eyelids twitched, "Ah Nian, why don't you go and see them."
Chen Nian nearly ground her teeth, this old woman, once she hears there's no profit involved, simply sends her off, but she does a great job maintaining appearances.
She stood up and said with a smile, "I'll be right back."
She instructed a servant to casually grab a couple of boxes of gifts as if casually dismissing them.
But as soon as she stepped outside, she saw a group of people burst in. At the front, the woman had styled her hair like a noblewoman, wearing an ink-colored cheongsam with a white fox fur shawl draped over her shoulders, strutting in high heels arrogantly towards the foyer, surrounded by bodyguards all in black suits. The servants dared not stop them.
