Seeing An Lingxiu still hesitating, Qi Yuan let out a cold snort, his expression instantly turning grim:

"Are you suggesting that this Dao Child is not worthy of meeting your wife?"

"You misunderstand."

Beads of sweat immediately formed on An Lingxiu's forehead as he spoke with a bitter expression, "My wife is truly indisposed. Perhaps my daughter could pour wine and apologize on her behalf. What do you think?"