In the villa courtyard, the air suddenly became silent.
Just as Zhu Yan was inwardly marveling at Lin Miao's pristine innocence, the door of the nearby Audi A6 suddenly opened. She looked toward the sound, only to see a pair of slender, fair legs wrapped in shiny white, thigh-high stockings stepping out.
"President Lin..."
Seeing Lin Miao walking toward her, Zhu Yan couldn't help but be a bit stunned. Lin Miao's outfit today was strikingly at odds with her usual identity and demeanor.
Lin Miao glanced at Zhu Yan, feeling a bit embarrassed, yet still carried herself with grace as she walked up to greet her.
"Senior Sister, we meet again."
Upon hearing "Senior Sister," Zhu Yan's gaze suddenly softened, and she smiled. "Last time at Shengshi Court, you were still President Lin."
Lin Miao glanced at Lin Shuqing and sighed softly. "What President Lin? It might look glamorous on the surface, but I'm really just working for Jiewu Palace."
