Tang Xili walked past them expressionlessly, came to the left side of the eight-immortal table at the end, and sat down.
She raised her head and took a leisurely look around. Except for those small corners that she couldn't remember, all the famous families in Nanyang were there.
Tang Xili curled her lips coldly, picked up a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, put it lazily in her mouth, then glanced at everyone nonchalantly and said casually, "I forgot to bring a lighter..."
After saying that, he crossed his legs, put his elbows on the armrests of the armchair, and leaned back casually.
The next moment, all the smokers present, both men and women, held up their lighters, came forward attentively, and offered her the light respectfully.
Tang Xili held the cigarette in her mouth without moving, and her clear eyes slowly met Grandpa An's eyes across the crowd.
That look was full of disdain and contempt.
Old Master An looked at Tang Xili being adored by all the famous families, and suddenly he understood Tang Xili's intention in bringing him here. She wanted to tell him not to waste his time, because in Nanyang, she was the sky.
The other members of the An family were also shocked by the scene.
It has long been discovered that she is the overlord of Southeast Asia, and even several governments are wary of her.
But this information is ultimately just an impression in their minds and cannot create a sense of immersion.
And now, seeing this information materialize before my eyes, how could it not be a critical hit?
Jiang Wenqing, who was standing behind him, was completely stunned. He whispered, "Fuck, what is status? This is status."
He turned to look at Yong Zhixu, whose eyes had been following Tang Xili, and said seriously, "Third brother, I don't think you are worthy of her."
Yong Zhixu glanced at him sideways, "Who do you think is worthy?"
Jiang Wenqing: "As for me, I'm just right!"
Yong Zhixu smiled wryly, "What color do you want the urn to be?"
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