"Who are you? Are you one of Rong Nanfeng's people? How come I've never seen you before." Jiang Meiqi poked her head out from inside.
The room behind her was only about twenty square meters, with dishes from an uneaten lunch scattered around. It was narrow and dim. Yet, she was dressed in a high-end dress that clashed with the room behind her; the dress was adapted from a cheongsam, made of luxurious dark green silk with intricate designs. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the patterns were stitched one thread at a time, and such handcrafted garments typically cost several thousand dollars. However, the dress was all wrinkled on her, as if it hadn't been ironed, and the hem seemed to have some unwashed stains.
