"Junior Sister, if you have things to do, go ahead."
Jiang Ping An did not want Jiang MiaoYi spending too long with him, lest it affect his daughter badly.
After all, his reputation in the Holy Land was terrible. Even the powerful avoided him. If people learned Jiang MiaoYi was his daughter, they might distance themselves from her.
Jiang MiaoYi glanced at Su Jin beside her father. "Then I won't interrupt Senior Brother's conversation with this senior sister."
She sighed inwardly. Her father really had it hard. He was selling his looks again.
Jiang MiaoYi turned and headed for her seat.
As she passed Si Qiaonan, who stood frozen in place, she greeted him politely, then walked on without saying anything more.
Left standing there, Si Qiaonan's expression shifted again and again.
Embarrassment, humiliation, and anger churned wildly inside him.
He had never imagined that Junior Sister Jiang MiaoYi had come to see Jiang Ping An.
Why? Why are all these women paying attention to Jiang Ping An? What does that guy have that I don't?
As a top elite, Si Qiaonan drew attention wherever he went, especially from women.
But ever since Jiang Ping An appeared, some women had stopped looking his way.
Si Qiaonan took that to mean Jiang Ping An was deliberately stealing his spotlight.
Yet Jiang Ping An had never wanted the spotlight. It was all in Si Qiaonan's head.
More and more people filled the banquet hall.
Several higher-ups came in, said a few words, then left to give everyone a chance to relax and mingle.
Jiang Ping An sampled the food and wine being served, occasionally chatting with Su Jin and those around him about amusing bits of gossip.
After a few drinks left him pleasantly tipsy, an elite from Divine Ruins Holy Land