Huang Huihong froze when he heard the voice. He decided to see how this situation would play out first.

Zu An’s heart skipped a beat. The voice was extremely familiar. Is this really who I think it is?

Sang Qian was already so excited that he had rushed to the window. He gazed at the slowly descending figure above. “Lady Qiu! It really is the glamorous Lady Qiu!”

Her eyelashes were simple and elegant, framing misty and beautiful eyes. Her soft and moist lips seemed as though they had been kissed by sparkling dewdrops, drawing in all who laid eyes on them.

A faint smile rested on her lips. When her expression changed ever so slightly, men around her began to breathe more quickly. Who else could this be but Qiu Honglei?

When Brightmoon City’s Immortal Abode lost her, their reputation had plummeted. Back then, Sang Qian had been incredibly pissed off. He thought that he would never be able...