The corners of An Zihao's mouth rose slightly as he approached Xiao Mei and said softly, "I wonder what kind of work the future Vermilion Bird Hall Master is in charge of."

Mei raised an eyebrow, trying to condescend? "That must be doing the job of the future Jubilee Hall Master!"

At that moment, a man in a black suit walked in, and after bowing towards Mei, he walked next to her and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

Mei frowned, "Did you do it?"

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