This time, she wanted to see how arrogant they could be!
She said excitedly, "Daughter! You're finally back! If you hadn't come back, the Lan Manor would have been torn down by these fellows of unknown origins!"
Lan Ji glanced at Lan Jiao, who was covering her shoulder. Her eyes turned cold as she sent out an internal energy to force the silver needle out of Lan Jiao's body.
Lan Jiao felt her body lighten and she was half-dead.
Lan Ji looked coldly at the man wearing a fang mask standing in the courtyard. "Who are you? Why are you being impudent in my Lan Manor?"
Yan Jiuchao said indifferently, "You're not worthy of knowing."
A trace of anger flashed across Lan Ji's beautiful face. As the Saintess of the Lan family, she was an existence that others looked up to since she was born. If one were to say that Lan Jiao was arrogant, she would only be colder and prouder than Lan Jiao.
