"Hello, Grandpa Jiang,"
Su Ye didn't greet Bai Yingying first but chose to greet the Old Family Head of the Jiang Family instead.
She had heard about Bai Yingying's deeds and couldn't believe she would stoop so low. Su Ye felt contempt for her and was at the same time amazed that Bai Yingying still had the face to attend the spring banquet of The Eight Great Ancient Clans. If it had been Su Ye, she would have been too ashamed to show her face.
"Xiao Yezi, isn't it? You have grown more and more beautiful after not seeing you for a few years."
Upon seeing a pretty girl, Jiang Yisong's eyes lit up. His cloudy eyes ogled Su Ye without restraint.
Su Ye felt uncomfortable under Jiang Yisong's gaze, yet she still maintained a smile. Even though the Jiang Family had fallen, it was still one of The Eight Great Ancient Clans, and Jiang Yisong was its family head. No matter how unhappy she was, she couldn't afford to have an outburst.
