"Oh my god."
Miss Yue felt as though her limbs weren't obeying her commands. She quietly tugged Su Qingqing's sleeve beside her and asked in a whisper, "I'm not dreaming, right? Is the person welcoming us really that person?"
Su Qingqing nodded: "Don't be surprised. We've experienced this once already, so we're used to it."
Just as she finished speaking, Su Qingqing stumbled and nearly fell off the steps. If Bai Yishan hadn't quickly caught her, Su Qingqing might have ended up flat on her face in front of everyone.
Originally, Miss Yue thought Su Qingqing was genuinely that calm, but seeing her reaction now, she couldn't help but snicker, her eyes full of mockery and amusement.
Su Qingqing showed a bit of embarrassment. She wasn't bragging; the last time when she returned from the New York International Treasure Appraisal Conference on the same flight as Huo Sining, the spectacle was even more grandiose than now.
