It's kind of strange for a rich young master to be staying in a temple for a few days.
A few people had been chatting for a while, with a black Bentley always following behind them. Qiao Xiaren, who was naturally not good at chatting with those she was not familiar with, quickly prepared to leave, leading her golden retriever.
"Mrs. Qiao, it's getting late. I won't bother you any longer."
The old Mrs. Qiao seemed to feel somewhat regretful but nonetheless nodded, "Alright then. I can see that Yi'an also looks a bit tired. Young lady, it was a pleasure to meet you today."
"Thank you Mrs. Qiao, goodbye Mrs. Qiao."
Qiao Xiaren waved at her with a smile, leading her retriever off in another direction. As Qiao Xiaren's figure receded, old Mrs. Qiao appeared pensive.