"You…" Leng Rumei was about to teach the three guards a lesson when the door of the meeting hall was suddenly opened and the Leng family's head butler walked out.
"Eldest Miss, the Patriarch invites you in." The Leng family's head butler's cold voice drifted into Leng Rumei's ears.
"Got it. Thank you, Head Butler. Hmph! Wait for me!" Leng Rumei thanked the Head Butler with a smile on her face. Then she glared fiercely at the three guards and swaggered into the conference room.
In the conference room.
The patriarch of the Leng family, Leng Yimin, was sitting in the main seat. Sitting beside him was a man who looked to be in his early thirties. This man might be handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, but he did not have the slightest smile on his face. Compared to him, Leng Yimin looked slightly older. He might be equally handsome, but his bearing could not be compared to that man. However, the two of them were Mystic Supremacies.