Tan Lin stood there without saying a word the entire time, his face as still as an ancient well.
Yet in his heart, he could not help but feel annoyed at being reduced to an "item" for others to choose from.
Whenever he made as if to leave, the crowd blocked his path, making him feel as though they had him completely figured out.
But just because of that, could they forcibly take him away after the exchange meeting ended?
Buzz...
Just then,
A commotion suddenly arose from the other end of the square.
"Mi Luo Cong is here!"
"The Miro Clan's young master is here!"
In the distance, the crowd automatically parted, opening up a passage.
A fat man in a custom-made black suit slowly emerged from the end of the crowd.
He looked to be in his twenties, with a bloated figure, a round face, and tiny eyes. He wore a smiling expression that made him resemble a Maitreya Buddha.
Yet he did not give off the slightest impression of comedy. That was because he constantly exuded the imposing aura of someone in power.
Of course, that oppressive feeling was inseparable from the seven or eight burly men in black suits following behind him.
Each of them had a steady presence, clearly marking them as experts.
Whoosh...
As soon as he arrived, Mi Luo Cong swept his gaze around before looking directly at the red-haired figure beneath the plane tree.
His eyes immediately lit up.
"Nuo Nuo!"
He walked over with a beaming smile.
Under the plane tree, Fan Nuo had naturally seen him as well, though her willow-leaf brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He was here again...
She sighed inwardly, but forced a standard polite smile onto her face.
"Young Master Cong, it's been a long time."
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