Inside the villa, Jiang Yuwei, Gu Xinglang, Su Manni, and Zhou Yichen returned one after another. Each of them carried gift bags of various sizes, their expressions distinct. Jiang Yuwei remained the composed and steady career woman, unreadable. Gu Xinglang wore a gentle smile, appearing to be in a good mood. Su Manni and Zhou Yichen looked somewhat exhausted, yet they still offered smiles upon seeing that everyone had returned. By unspoken agreement, they all refrained from displaying their gifts.
The last to return was Lu Jingchen. Just then, Ning Meng happened to be walking out of the kitchen, intending to pour a glass of water in the living room. As the front door opened, the evening light outlined his tall, slender figure. He was dressed in simple casual wear, his demeanor as cold and aloof as ever. In his hand, he carried a dark gray gift bag; the design was minimalist, yet one could tell the quality was exceptional.
Lu Jingchen stepped into the foyer and removed his coat. He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the living room as if inadvertently. When his eyes landed on Ning Meng, there was a pause of a fraction of a second. His gaze was profound, like an undercurrent moving beneath a calm lake, making it difficult to read.
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