When Mu Lin showed up in front of the person with Qiaozi, a look of disbelief flitted across their face. "You actually brought someone in." It was as if they were seeing something impossible.
It seemed like an unachievable task, one that he had only decided to attempt as a trial, without much confidence in Mu Lin's abilities.
In reality, he had no faith at all, yet against all odds, Mu Lin had—done it.
"Mm." Mu Lin nodded indifferently, the corners of her lips slightly upturned with a serene curvature, "I just happen to have a friend who works here."
No need for further explanation.
As the saying goes, "It's good to have friends in high places," although in her case, the friend was an ID card.
"I see." The other party didn't ask further, for to them, it was all very normal that Mu Lin, being exceptionally beautiful, would have various friends and admirers by her side.
