That day, an honored guest arrived at the Zhang Mansion.
Zhang Hua pointed ahead with a forced laugh and said fawningly, "This is where Wen Qingye and my daughter reside."
Ling Jiao nodded and said casually, "Alright, I understand. You may leave now."
Hearing Ling Jiao's words, Zhang Hua felt a pang of displeasure. He couldn't help but frown, but in the end, he left without another word. He knew that if he angered this woman, the Zhang Family could be wiped out in the blink of an eye. All he could do was serve her carefully.
Ling Jiao entered with graceful, lotus-like steps. Once inside, she saw two figures, one large and one small, sitting opposite each other over a game of chess. As Ling Jiao looked at the seated Zhang Xiaoyun, she was filled with boundless confidence, and a smile naturally curled her lips.
Yunshan pursed her lips and said, "Sister Xiaoyun, we have a visitor."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaoyun felt a little curious and turned her head.
