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They entered the elegant private room.
The man with the sunglasses sat down first and gestured for Mai Xiaomai to do the same.
Mai Xiaomai sat opposite him, nervously staring at him, waiting for him to speak.
The man took off his sunglasses.
Seeing this face, Mai Xiaomai was startled, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
This man exuded the authority of someone who had been in power for a long time, but his eyes, which should have been deep and stern, now held a complex emotion, looking at her very gently, joyfully, and kindly, as if she was a treasure he had been searching for.
Mai Xiaomai frantically searched her mind, trying to recall where she had seen him before.
"I am Zhan Liang."
The man looked at her and slowly spoke, his voice deep.
Zhan Liang?
The name sounded very familiar.
Mai Xiaomai thought for a moment and suddenly remembered. She was so shocked that she jumped up from her chair, exclaiming, "Marshal Zhan?"
"Mm."
