"Ming Jing, it really is you." Madam Shen was delighted to see Ming Jing. She rushed over to take Ming Jing's hand, telling the waiter, "Add another chair."
"Madam Shen." Ming Jing turned to Shen Zhou and Shen Shaojian, giving them a nod and a smile of acknowledgement.
"Ms. Zhu, it's often better to meet by chance than by invitation. Mr. Shen was just speaking about you. Speak of the devil and he shall appear." Shen Shaojian didn't put on any airs, and his attitude was very kind.
The waiter added another chair, stealing glances at Ming Jing, with cold sweat breaking out in his palms.
Wasn't this the schoolgirl who happened to be the friend of the girl who almost spilled wine in the corridor? She felt like slapping herself for her previous nonsense.
Everyone sitting in this room was powerful, and she maintained a respectful and balanced demeanor despite being so warmly welcomed by Madam Shen, suggesting she must hold a significant status.
