While Han Jingru was heading towards the martial club, a private plane landed at Yun City.
A glamorous woman in her mid-thirties, click-clacked down the stairway with her stiletto. Several bodyguards were around her.
She was cold and arrogant with a flawless hourglass figure, surrounded by a haughty and condescending aura. She was supercilious to the extreme.
Only a powerful and prominent family could raise one with such an imposing character and vigorous disposition.
“Ms. Han, when would you like to meet him?” Asked the assistant beside her.
Han Tong smiled snobbishly and said, “A son from a collateral family is not worth me going to him. If it wasn't for him, how would I be in this crappy old town! Now, find him, and bring him to me in the shortest time possible. I want to waste no time.”