About five minutes later.
CLACK, CLACK, CLACK.
The rhythmic sound of high heels striking the floor echoed, drawing closer from the second story.
Everyone looked up. Upon seeing the woman in the long black dress descending the stairs, they all lowered their gazes once more.
The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six, with ordinary looks, but the defiance etched between her brows left a deep impression, especially her narrow, triangular eyes. This kind of person, one could tell at a glance, was not easy to get along with.
Who else could it be but Tang Ziyan?
Walking shoulder-to-shoulder with her was a man in his thirties. His lips were curled in a confident smirk, and he looked down on everyone with an arrogant, condescending air.
"His appearance is acceptable, and his temperament is barely passable." This young man was Tang Yunfeng. After glancing at Chen Yang, he gave a slight nod. "Overall, he'll do."
