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Ning Qianyu carried her thermal lunch box and walked into the hall of Mu's Group, then took the elevator up to where his office was.

When she reached the sales department floor, everyone greeted her.

"Is Young Mistress here to deliver lunch for the Young Master?"

"That's right!" Ning Qianyu walked towards Mu Shengchen's office with a smile on her face