Yao Lingling didn't want to provoke her, so she had to avoid her.
...
The Porsche 911, like a silver flash of lightning, smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot.
Under the reflection of the Chaoyang, the car's body shimmered with a faint golden edge.
Lin Muxue's fingers gently tapped the steering wheel and casually said, "Once we're inside the venue, make sure you don't say anything reckless."
"Mm-mm, I know!" Xu Ning nodded forcefully, adjusting the collar of her suit.
It was her first time wearing a somewhat formal suit, and she felt very uncomfortable.
Lin Muxue turned to glance at her, somewhat helplessly said, "If there were a better choice, I really wouldn't want to bring you along. You lack presence. Anyway, just quietly follow behind me, do whatever I tell you."
Xu Ning smiled a bit awkwardly, "Okay, President Lin!"
Hearing her title, Lin Muxue's lips involuntarily formed a slight smile.
