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Jin Meichen had better sources than Jiang's mother and had heard about Yao Ziye's father being some important person.
Someone quietly reminded a few of them to be very careful about their behavior in front of that person.
Jiang's mother and Jin Meichen stood with their hair on end.
One superior was enough, and now here was another; Jiang Mei couldn't wait to turn tail and run.
Manman's glasses reflected sheer puzzlement: Why were these people looking for her?
Lu Heyan, Yao Shuhan, and Yao Ziye, who were sitting at the edge of the table, stopped talking simultaneously when they heard footsteps.
Lu's father and the others, who thought they would only see their daughter, were suddenly greeted by so many people.
Their brows furrowed, and they tapped their fingertips on the table: "What's going on?"
Lu's father's voice was heavy and deep, like the undercurrents of the ocean, filled with hidden tumult and awe-inspiring power that made the blood race.
