"Alright alright, I said it."
Lu Jiahao's eyes gleamed as he gazed at the alluring and charming Yan Shuirou beside him, calling her his dear sweetheart in a rambunctious manner. He extended his pig-like lips to kiss her face repeatedly: "Sweetheart, I, the rightful eldest son, have come to Jianghai, and Secretary-General Cai, using my father's name, has arranged for me to meet some major business figures tonight. You must give me face, do you understand?"
"Major business figures, huh…"
Yan Shuirou repeated the words softly, a trace of harshness fleeting through her eyes as she smiled, gazing at the street scenes outside the car.
The car window reflected her almost flawless face, which bore a certain resemblance—two or three parts—to the former Yan Shuirou, but beyond that, she was almost a different person.
