C1390 Cold Little Weeper 37

Yu Ni's pupils gradually contracted, "What?"

Was the person in front of him going to be the chief matriarch of the Jiang tribe?

Yao Yan stretched out her hand, but Yu Ni didn't shake it. Yu Ni knew that this wasn't right. This wasn't magnanimous, so he lost face for the leader. But he just didn't like it.

He stood there sullenly, not uttering a single word after saying 'what'