"My name is Zhao Xinyao!" the long-haired woman said with captivating charm.
Upon hearing this name, Catwoman Xiaojie was momentarily stunned, unable to recall who exactly Zhao Xinyao was.
Seeing Xiaojie's hesitation, Zhao Xinyao snorted coldly, saying, "You may not know me, but surely you know him?"
As she finished speaking, the old man who had been standing behind Zhao Xinyao slowly stepped forward and raised his head.
It was a face full of weathered wrinkles.
Seeing this face, Catwoman Xiaojie was immediately startled and exclaimed in terror, "Beggar!"
The person who emerged from behind Zhao Xinyao was indeed the beggar.
Upon seeing the beggar, Xiaojie then recalled and said to Zhao Xinyao, "I remember now, you were the beggar's slave girl."
Zhao Xinyao laughed coldly and said, "Unfortunately, you got it wrong—the beggar is now my slave."
The beggar hurriedly lowered his head and replied humbly, "Yes, Master."
