Learning One’s Identity 2

Although he was the young master of Northern Liang's richest family, in reality, he kept a subtle distance from people of these circles. Everyone knew who he was, but no one was acquainted with him.

Naturally, no one would do such an absurd stunt for him.

Besides… the folk from the Upper East Side were too late to the party to even laugh at him now, so how could someone have come to stand up for him?

Qi Qingyao put down the needlework in her hands and sat at the small, round table on one side. She gestured to Lu Yan to sit at the opposite side. "Sit down, Little Yan. I have something to ask you."

Lu Yan did not refuse and dragged a stool, sitting opposite of her. Qi Qingyao poured a cup of tea for them, then picked up the kettle from the brazier next to her and filled the teapot with water.