Half an hour later, Yan Xiaye packed her things and, accompanied by Li Yuntang, stepped lightly into the Qin Family's hall.
The bodyguards along the corridor had been waiting for a while, silently following the two, clearly not considering the Qin Family's rabble worth their attention.
However, the elders summoned by Qin Jingyi overnight were already waiting there, and upon seeing this scene, they all frowned in unison.
Among them was an elderly man of considerable status who stood up, nodded in greeting to Li Yuntang, and then shifted his focus to Yan Xiaye. "Young lady, you may not have met me before, but your father calls me uncle. As an elder, I'd like to speak some fair words; I wonder if you're willing to listen."
Out of respect for Li Yuntang, his words carried a hidden sharpness, spoken with great skill.
