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In the midst of conversation.
Escorted by several servants and a head of the household, Wang Luoqiu approached from afar, conducting inspections all the way.
Her hands behind her back, her small body extremely straight, her steps neither hurried nor slow, but steady and powerful, utterly calm and composed.
Looking left and right, her expression was gentle yet not lacking in seriousness.
Responding to the cheering from the team leaders, site managers—"Miss Sixth is here," "Miss Sixth brings good luck," and so on, she nodded slightly without losing her amiable demeanor.
This was indeed Wang Shouzhe's demeanor. No, she looked more like a high-ranking leader conducting inspections at the grassroots level.
Ouyang Junyan's heart pounded with excitement and apprehension when he saw Wang Luoqiu pass by. He bowed deeply to greet, "Hello, Sixth Miss." He is just a small fry, fearing that Miss Sixth might have forgotten his name.
