Without hesitating, Xuxu shook her head and declined. "I'll pass. My husband is coming any time now."
Her tone was firm and she would not continue giving him face if he went on.
"Hi, Zhao Zheng, it has been some time since we last met."
A sinister voice sounded from the end of their row.
Xuxu, Ming Ansheng, and Zhao Zheng looked over at the same time.
A tall man stood there, hands tucked into his tuxedo pockets. He wore an expensive watch and his entire look encompassed wealth, elegance, and a unique nobility.
Xuxu heaved a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness he was already around. Now Zhao Zheng would leave and she wouldn't have to fall out with him.
There were only two ways to handle a person like him. Number one, pretend he does not exist. Number two, bluntly tell him straight to his face.
