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Seeing several familiar colleagues, Lin Muxue smiled and responded in English, sharing her wonderful weekend with them.
Xu Ning looked shocked, opened her mouth wanting to ask something, but didn't dare to speak.
What surprised her was that Xue's English was so good now.
And she knew these friends who seemed very impressive.
In the year she left, a lot of changes seemed to have happened to her.
Compared to the Xue of the past, it's a feeling of similarity and difference.
Walking out of the elevator, Lin Muxue's expression once again turned cold.
In the spacious and bright corridor, they rounded a corner and arrived at a dark brown door.
A golden plaque displayed the number "2002".
Lin Muxue held the doorknob, fingerprint recognition, and opened the heavy door.
"Gululu—" "Dadada—"
The sound of footsteps, mixed with the sound of a suitcase rolling.
Xu Ning carefully observed the surroundings.
