167 A strange familiarity

"What did you say? Who's here?" Before Nian Xiaomu could speak, the surrounding colleagues asked in disbelief.

"Shangxin and her team have just arrived in our lobby and are on their way up. I called your department line, but no one picked up the phone, so I had to come here to inform you," the receptionist pointed in the direction of the elevator, catching her breath as she explained to them.

Ding! The elevator door opened.

A svelte figure walked out from within.

She was tall and slim.

Her features were distinct and delicate, and her lips were a natural crimson red.

She was not wearing thick makeup and was not clad in outlandish clothes. Instead, her keen sense of fashion was apparent even though she had only matched a simple white top with ripped jeans.

It was really Shangxin!