Three pairs of eyes collided in the air.
Zhang Yan immediately hugged the little snowball in her arms, stood up politely from the sofa, with a slightly shy yet friendly smile on her face.
She thought this person was one of Sister Wen Ruan's other ordinary friends.
As for Xu Qing, in the 0.5 seconds it took to get a clear view of the living room, her smile froze on her face.
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What... what's happening?!
Wasn't I here as a future shareholder of [Xingyun International Group], openly skipping work to enjoy a feast and pet a cat?!
Why is Song, that scoundrel, here too?!
And also... there's a girl I don't know?
She looked at the collegial girl with delicate collarbones holding a cat in the corner of the sofa, then at Song, standing in the middle with a surprised expression.
The little story from last time at the villa with Jing and Wen Ruan suddenly surged like a tide in her heart.
She felt like a fairy who accidentally entered the Silk Cave, her heart alarmed:
