"I didn't expect you to come personally. Honestly, if there's anything, you can just have Will reach out to us."
"After all, you're the Speaker, Nanxi. The responsibility of America rests on your shoulders."
Temir shook hands perfunctorily with Niusen's aunt and exchanged polite pleasantries.
Nanxi proactively extended her hand, grabbing her forearm, and said warmly:
"I remember we've met before, Mi'er. Back then, you were just a young girl trailing behind Antony. Haha, it's been years, and now you've become... truly stunning."
Upon hearing this, Mi'er smiled faintly.
Stunning, indeed.
She'd had medical intermediaries filter through over a dozen cosmetic surgeons for this face.
"Right? It cost millions to achieve this."
Nanxi was an older woman from an era before cosmetic surgery had advanced so far. She looked Mi'er up and down with a hint of envy, then turned her gaze toward Cheng.
