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"Chani, what's wrong with you? Caught a cold? It's so hot out, yet you're wearing your god's suit!"
Nana Jensen, pulling her suitcase, came out from the doorway followed by a dozen bodyguards. Since the incident at the airport years ago, this kind of entourage—unwanted yet inescapable—had become a part of her life.
"Ah, you've finally arrived. I thought you'd keep us waiting for a decade or half a year before returning to the country!"
When Chani Gordon saw Nana Jensen, she hurriedly took off the suit she was wearing and returned it to Owen Hayes, "By the way, Nora, have you lost weight? Was the food abroad not good enough?"
"Certainly not as delicious as what I can get at your home!"
Nana Jensen smiled faintly, "Thank you for coming to pick me up!"
"Actually, there's someone else who wanted to come even more, but... he was afraid you wouldn't welcome him, so..."
"Who?"
Nana Jensen frowned slightly. Was her temper really so terrible?
