Around six in the evening, three people were seated in a high-end restaurant.
When Li Bingshuang saw Wu Mengting, she was a bit dumbfounded. This beauty, akin to a celestial being, made her feel inferior. No wonder her deep affection for Chen Tianlong couldn't move his heart; it turns out there was a goddess at home.
"Chen Tianlong, not bad, huh? You actually have such a pretty girlfriend," said Li Bingshuang, who was always so optimistic even when she had nothing.
"Oh, sis, you're joking. You're really beautiful too," Wu Mengting's pretty face turned a little red with embarrassment from Li Bingshuang's comment.
"Haha, of course, my brother is so handsome, it's not surprising he has such a beautiful girlfriend!" Chen Tianlong laughed heartily, relieved that Li Bingshuang could still joke at this moment, feeling much comforted inside.
"Hmph, just be proud of yourself,"
Li Bingshuang rolled her eyes at Chen Tianlong playfully.
