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With a single sentence, tears that had gathered in every eye promptly halted, taken aback.

An Ning was even more bloody stunned. She had grown so big, and her grandmother had never seen her— how on earth had she appeared now? "I don't have a grandmother; I don't know who you're talking about."

"How can you not know who it is? Stop messing around and come out quick," the female manager urged again.

"Then I'll go out and take a look." Under everyone's attentive gaze, An Ning sheepishly dashed out with a stiff scalp.

Wanting to investigate.

Damn it, she really wanted to see which asshole had come to see her.

As soon as she reached the reception room, she actually saw Yu Jingchen's grandmother.

An Ning was even more dizzy. "Grandma, how did you get here?"

Yu's grandma pointed to the thermos on the table and said with concern, "Didn't you get heatstroke? How can you be so careless with yourself? Here, drink this quickly. Only then will you have energy for tomorrow."