The three of them walked into the living room, and Miaoqiu said to a butler in his fifties, "Go call everyone to the conference hall."
"Yes, Miss," the butler replied and then retreated.
Miaoqiu then led the two of them around two corners and finally arrived at a very modern conference room, fully equipped with all kinds of office equipment.
Miaoqiu went straight to the head seat and sat down, and Mei Ruyan and Lin Tian took the seats beside her without hesitation.
Seeing that Mei Ruyan's face was always not very good, Lin Tian asked, "What's wrong?"
Mei Ruyan just lowered her head slightly and replied in a soft voice, "Nothing."
Just as Lin Tian wanted to ask more, a group of people walked in, chatting.
The place was filled mostly with women, surprisingly.
And the laughter had only two characteristics—sweet and alluring, just hearing their voices would make any man daydream.
"Sister Miaoqiu, what's going on?" a girl about twenty years old asked.
