In the corner of Jingyu Courtyard, on a bench, Li Qiuyun sat curiously looking into the distance.
Luxury cars kept arriving one after another.
Each car dropped off a person who then looked around as if searching for something.
Li Qiuyun was very curious.
Next to Li Qiuyun, Chu Yue couldn't help but let out low exclamations.
"Zhongjing's Mou Yutian from the Mou Family!"
"Zhongjing's Zhang Xuan from the Zhang Family!"
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"Zhongjing's Yin Haoran from the Yin Family!"
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The girl's voice trembled with shock.
"These names, they all sound so familiar," muttered Li Qiuyun.
Bai Minghang, who was focused and carefully massaging his wife's ankles in front of the bench, suddenly laughed, "How could they not be familiar? We always see them in the news. These people are the famous big-shots of our Zhongjing!"
"Really!" Li Qiuyun exclaimed in surprise.
Then, she looked down at Bai Minghang, "Minghang, come take a look too. It's rare to see these big-shots in person!"