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As soon as Jiang Nanxi stepped out of the resting room, the black-clad guard immediately bowed and reported, "Miss An from the An family has entered the elevator. It's going up."
She nodded her head and walked towards the elevator. As she passed by the side door of the banquet hall, she suddenly had a sensation, turned her face to look, and subconsciously stopped her footsteps.
There was a man leaning against the doorframe, with a sly glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips even slyer than his gaze.
"Mr. Xiao," Jiang Nanxi nodded in greeting.
The man was Xiao Ming.
He was seen holding a plate with several glutinous rice balls on it; he was chewing and smiling, "Miss An from the An family ran past crying. What did you do?"
Jiang Nanxi didn't answer, instead asking back, "Are the rice balls delicious?"
"They taste pretty good, want one?"
