His Wife Calls The Shots

After that, he greeted the supervisor who came to the front hall and said, "Master Imahara Xin is coming over. Please pay attention to those inside and outside here."

"I see, manager."

The manager nodded, walked upstairs, and ordered no one to enter at will.

Qianmiao drank the tea in his hand, occasionally glanced at the time, and then looked at the street outside the window.

Those who are waiting, haven't come yet.

The few people sitting at the table next to her were discussing something, and then they called the supervisor over.

"Hello, what do you need?"

"You guys, Yuanxin will come today?"

The supervisor smiled embarrassedly, "Yes, it's only internal news. He came here today, mainly to accept disciples. The third young master of the Shi family wanted to worship him as a teacher, so he came here on purpose, except for accepting disciples. , The master did not arrange other activities, and guests are also asked not to spread the news."

"You are not kind, right? We are also senior members of the association, but some of us are all of the B grade. Come master, you don't even want to see each other, then we used to spend money in the association. It's all imaginary."

The supervisor is extremely difficult to do, "Guest, don't be like this..."

On the other side, Tang Qian's mobile phone moved.

Mirror: There have been zero accidents. I can't go today. I'll make an appointment later. I'm sorry! I must make amends someday

This guy is really...

Even if it was a bit unpleasant, it was no surprise.

This person is the kind of master who loses the chain at a critical moment.

She turned her head to look at the stairs leading to the second floor, a trace of curiosity appeared in her leisurely and indifferent eyes.

At this time, those members were arguing with the staff and insisted on going up to see their idols.

The supervisor and two other staff members were trying their best to persuade them, and they had no time to take care of the stairs.

Qian Miao walked past them unhurriedly and went straight to the second floor.

The second floor is quieter than the one below, and where there is movement, one can tell where it is.

At this time, there was a sound of old-fashioned laughter from a certain room, and Qianmiao moved over.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard the movement inside——

"It's my honor that Master An has the heart to worship me as a teacher. Don't worry, from today, I will teach you everything I have learned and promise you to write the best calligraphy before Father's birthday!"

"Teacher You Lao." Shi Chengan's tone was very light, even with an innate arrogance and disdain.

Obviously, he didn't really put this teacher in his eyes, even, a little disappointed.

Qian Miao knocked on the door.

The movement inside suddenly calmed down.

Two seconds later, a girl opened the door.

Seeing her, wondering, "Are you?"

"I am a friend of Yuanxin teacher and a member of the association. I heard that he is here today, specially to visit."

The girl looked at her suspiciously, and then: "You wait."

Then, he closed the door.

After a while, a deliberately raised voice immediately rang out in response to her——

"Today this master does not see anyone except accepting disciples. Please ask her to go back."

This voice was full of panic, and it didn't have the calmness and steadiness that belonged to this age.

It's like a man in the market who is frizzy and has nothing to do with art.

The corner of Qian Miao's mouth was hooked, and a breath of danger melted into his cold eyes.

The next second, the staff opened the door and repeated Yuanxin's words.

Qianmiao was not impatient or impatient, and slowly said: "Since I have come here and I am an old friend, why is there any reason to be rejected? Unless, there is no Master Yuanxin here."