"Fellow Daoist Qin Yi, I am Sheng Minghui, the head of the Sheng Family."
A man around fifty years old stepped forward, introducing himself with a full smile.
Qin Yi was startled. Could the information given by the Vermilion Bird be wrong?
"As far as I know, the head of the Sheng Family should be Sheng Mingwang. Could I have been mistaken?" Qin Yi's words carried a hint of embarrassment. But he couldn't care less.
Xia Yanbing was pregnant, and he had to finish his business quickly and hurry back.
Sheng Minghui's smile stiffened: "Fellow Daoist Qin Yi, it's like this, Sheng Mingwang is my elder brother. He is no longer the family head."
"Oh, so that's how it is!" Qin Yi nodded slightly, not really interested in the internal affairs of the Sheng Family. He turned to look at the elder, "Who is this?"
"This is my father," Sheng Minghui said.
Qin Yi understood, no wonder he dared to speak first in front of Sheng Minghui.
