"Miss Lan, welcome, welcome, truly honored by your presence."
Under the guidance of Shi Qianxi, the second batch of guests had already entered the house.
The dog, of course, had been handed over to the bodyguards.
Shi Zhenhua, who had been lurking upstairs, presumably contemplating some conspiracy, seemed to have installed surveillance. He descended the stairs just as guests arrived at the door, warmly greeting alongside his wife—no, ex-wife.
All are guests.
Why is the treatment received so different?
"Director Shi's place can hardly be called humble."
Lan Peizhi's smile was elegant, "My Taoist nun sister has been with me these days, so I brought her along."
That's right.
The Daoist Sister had come too.
Hmm.
Meals are much more enjoyable with more people.
"Haha, welcome, welcome. Miss Duanmu and Qian Qian are friends as well."
Shi Qianxi timely cooperated with her father, displaying an elegant and polite smile.
