385 Dubai's Princess

A man in his fifties barged in. He had a haughty demeanor with a head of white hair with gray streaks underneath, and three deep frown lines stretched across his forehead, giving him the appearance of a fearsome tiger. He was casually dressed in a white T-shirt and was accompanied by a small entourage of snooty-looking men and women trailing behind him.

Among this group of people, stood an olive-skinned woman who was dressed plainly. She had a straight nose, long wavy hair, healthy white teeth, perfectly arched eyebrows, and a lovely pair of eyes. She was obviously a foreigner, and although she was garbed in local streetwear, she looked natural and carried herself with a noble bearing that seemed to exude from within her.

Shen Qingyan glowered and looked the uninvited visitor square in the eyes. Somewhat unkindly, she said, "Third Uncle, could you have the decency to knock before you enter?"

Third Uncle?