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Dong Lin sat in Song Xin's sports car, somewhat at a loss, rubbing her hands nervously as she watched the car drive into a massive manor.
She couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Manager Song, what are we doing here?"
"It's not me." Song Xin shook her head:
"If it wasn't because of you, I wouldn't be qualified to come in."
"Let's go!"
She parked the car and called out:
"Someone wants to see you."
"See me?" Dong Lin's face showed surprise:
"Who?"
The grandeur here surpassed her imagination; it wasn't the kind of sparkling luxury but rather a steady and understated elegance.
Even the security guards at the gate seemed extraordinary.
Song Xin didn't answer, seemingly becoming cautious herself upon arriving here, she followed those who had come to meet them into the hall.
The hall's furnishings were somewhat old yet new, and the two were sitting in the center.
