In just a moment, the man's demeanor returned to normal. He pushed the door open and entered, accompanied by Linda, wearing fur. She saw Wei Anning and pouted high.
"Chen, I don't want to stay at this place, let's go somewhere else."
Leng Youchen glanced at her coldly, took a long stride, and sat on the single sofa opposite Gong Ting, saying indifferently, "You can choose to go back."
Linda's arrogance was immediately extinguished. She reluctantly walked in, glared discontentedly at Wei Anning, and then followed the etiquette guide to the dressing room. As she passed by Wei Anning, she muttered in a low voice, "Why do I see you everywhere?"
Wei Anning chuckled, "I also want to ask when London became so small."
"..." Linda stomped away in her high heels in a huff.
Gong Ting walked to Wei Anning's side, took the white fur from the stylist, and gently draped it over her, "Come on, the banquet is about to start."
