C57 Steward Shen

Xiao Nan scrutinized the man before him. His clothes were tattered, his hair unkempt, as if he had traversed thousands of miles of rough terrain to arrive here. His lips were parched, and he would occasionally lick them in an attempt to moisten the dryness.

"What do you need her for?" Xiao Nan inquired.

"I have urgent business with her