Master Qin? Who in the world is that?
Seeing the unusually tense expressions on the faces of the several young dandies, Ji Yi was utterly dumbfounded. She didn't know anyone called 'Master,' and besides, anyone addressed as Master Qin had to be at least several decades old. In her memory, the only middle-aged people she'd ever interacted with, aside from relatives and former colleagues, were few and far between. And none of them were named Qin.
Oh, wait, there was one. Mom's close friend, Auntie Wei, married a man whose surname was Qin. But that couldn't possibly qualify him to be called Master Qin, could it? With Uncle Qin's honest-to-a-fault personality, how could these guys possibly call him Master Qin? Besides, Uncle Qin's family is struggling and down on their luck, which makes the title 'Master Qin' even more ridiculous!
So, in response to their question, she shook her head. "Master Qin? What's his full name?"
