"Young Master Jiang Chen."
When Jiang Chen followed Lu Ming to the fifth floor of the Treasure Elephant Pavilion, Murong Xiangming's elegant figure appeared before them, a warm smile on her face as she looked at Jiang Chen.
Her eyes were bright and clear, inspiring a sense of trust.
Murong Xiangming greeted Jiang Chen from a distance, as if they were already old friends.
Jiang Chen smiled slightly. 'This woman always has a way of making people feel at ease,' he thought.
He admired Murong Xiangming.
As he drew closer, Murong Xiangming gave him a slight bow.
Her etiquette was impeccable.
"Miss Murong, your hosting skills are truly admirable."
It never hurts to offer a few kind words, so Jiang Chen didn't hold back his praise for Murong Xiangming's hosting.
And he meant it.
"Thank you for your praise. It's my honor to receive such a compliment from you, Young Master Jiang Chen."
A faint blush appeared on Murong Xiangming's cheeks, but she quickly concealed it.
