Lin Qingyun furrowed her brows and suddenly said indifferently, "Where you go has nothing to do with us. And besides, what business is it of yours that Zhao Dong is here?"
Ding Lan's face turned slightly pale. She clenched her fists, glanced at Zhao Dong, then shook her head and finally said softly, "Mr. Zhang, let's go."
Zhang Shaowen nodded and said to Ding Lan tenderly, "Lan, let's not let some lowlife ruin our mood. Let's go."
Ding Lan bit her lip and remained silent.
Nearby, Zhang Shaowen glanced at Zhao Dong and snorted. After sizing him up, he took out two plane tickets and scoffed, "Zhao Dong, see this? These are business class tickets. If I hadn't bumped into you here, given the gap between us, we'd never see each other again in this lifetime!"
Zhao Dong gave him a strange look. Is Zhang Shaowen sick in the head? Who flexes with plane tickets?
Shaking his head, Zhao Dong said, "Mr. Zhang, are you really that proud of a business class seat?"
