"Not a servant? Then you must be here to give gifts!"
Han Qiuling raised an eyebrow and said with a suddenly amusing smile, "Everyone here is probably at the entrance greeting guests. I'm tired from wearing high heels. Could you bring me a glass of water? I'll consider putting in a good word for you in front of Old Master Qiao later, how does that sound?"
This place was too big! She had got lost while looking for the reception hall, and now she was thirsty and her feet were sore.
"Oh?" Yuanya wanted to laugh, but instead, she asked in response, "And who are you?"
"I happen to be Old Master Qiao's most proud student, Han Shiliu's niece, Han Qiuling!"
After Han Qiuling loudly stated her identity, she looked triumphantly at Yuanya, seemingly expecting her to start flattering her.
"Oh, I don't know you."
Yuanya made a perfunctory response, showing none of the fear or fawning that Han Qiuling was expecting.
