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"Young Master Ye, how do you do."
Du Xiaomei continued with her head lowered, speaking gently.
It seemed... to Du Xiaomei, Ye Chen's identity as the scion of the Zhentian Group wasn't anything special.
Ye Chen saw her reaction.
His face changed, he frowned, obviously irritated.
But within two seconds, he was back to normal.
He, Ye Chen, liked this type of girl who was not afraid of the powerful, it was thrilling, and offered a sense of accomplishment.
In fact, Du Xiaomei didn't even know what the Zhentian Group represented in Nandu.
She hadn't even heard of the Zhentian Group at all.
In Du Xiaomei's eyes, Ye Chen was the same as those other rich young masters.
"Young Master Ye, erm... do you need me for something particularly important?"
"If not, I should probably leave," she said, raising her head and speaking with careful caution.
Being alone in this room with Ye Chen made Du Xiaomei feel uneasy; her heart was pounding, and she was somewhat scared.
