On leaving the dragon's lair, Qian Meng was so heated that she plowed into the poor butler who was quietly strolling through the hall. He was a godsend.
There was no way she would make out of this maze on her own.
He offered to call the driver and Qian Meng just smiled and took advantage. "Tell Mo Qingchen I will be waiting in the car," she told him when they were at the front door.
She waited in the car for fifteen minutes before he arrived. As he slid in, his jaw was locked in dissatisfaction.
"I thought you weren't coming," Qian Meng teased.
"Well, you didn't leave me with a choice, did you?" he turned to scowl at her. The car sped away and Qian Meng smirked for the rest of the day.
At the entrance, Qian Meng showed her tickets and walked in without so much as a single word.
"You'll find food, important people in the fashion industry, and even access to backstage."
"I'm sure I am not interested," he huffed.
