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The atmosphere inside the private room was somewhat carefree.
After all, in such a setting, everyone was half-human, half-ghost.
After a round of pleasantries and politeness, Jiang Muwan sat in the chair, gazing at the person opposite her.
Only to hear Xi Qian smile lightly and ask, "The last time I saw Miss Song was at the banquet in the Presidential Mansion, it's rare to have you out today."
"Come, come, I raise my glass to Miss Song," said Xi Qian, lifting his cup towards Jiang Muwan.
And her?
Clearly aware it was a trap banquet today, if she still foolishly raised her glass with others to drink together, it would be truly as Gu Jiangnian said, really oblivious.
Beside them, Xi Qian's secretary was holding a decanter, ready to pour wine. Jiang Muwan placed her palm over her wine glass, smiling superficially as she deflected Xi Qian's words, "I'm currently preparing for pregnancy, the doctor advises against alcohol."
