As things unfolded, Shen Shuci was merely a catalyst, the situation had evolved into a negotiation of power among several families. No one really cared about her; they were more concerned about how the Jiang Family would stir things up, so her appearance still came as a surprise.
And the event was almost over, she was scheduled to appear last.
White clothes, black suit pants, covered by a black trench coat, with a low neckline and cinched waist, her long hair loosely tied up—her white attire made her neck look even more slender and pale.
Pale as jade, stark as ink.
She was too thin, her waist was tightened, and the sudden breeze made her appear even sharper and more efficient, plain and simple. The effortless defiance around her was hard to ignore.
The Liang Family was on high alert, and the security guards around them were ready for action.
They had heard about how this lady had sent Master Liang to the hospital, and they were not taking her arrival lightly.
