As she walked silently down the main street of Hangzhou, many people stepped aside or exchanged light greetings upon seeing her.
It seemed she was quite respected among the locals.
Her demeanor as she exchanged greetings and passed by was quite skillful, a stark contrast to the awkwardness of Gong Yisang, the head of the Gong family.
“Come to think of it, their faces do look alike,” Jin Cheonhui thought to herself.
Jin Cheonhui asked, “What is your relationship with Gong Yisang, the head of the Gong family?”
At her question, Gong Banha, the head of the Bunta branch of the Gong family, covered her mouth with her sleeve and laughed. “The Gongyun Escort Agency is run by the Gong family. Gong Yisang is my younger brother.”
“You look similar, but your auras are so different that I didn’t realize it.”
“He’s just started learning the ropes, so he’s still quite clumsy. Still, I’m endlessly grateful to you for saving my brother’s life. He’s still lacking in both martial arts and escort skills.”
‘Hmm.
A sharp older sister and a still-clueless younger brother.
The complete opposite of the Namgung family.’
It seemed she was quite worried about her brother, as she chattered on about him.