Lu Mian seemed to understand the meaning in his expression and chuckled softly, "Could it be that I can only bring you?"
"You don't have to force yourself." Xiao Qimo was gloomy, acting all proud and aloof.
"I am indeed reluctant..." Lu Mian admitted truthfully, pursing her lips slightly: "You probably don't really want to attend such an occasion, do you?"
Xiao Qimo: "..."
The scheming old man reminded himself that he must endure; impatience could spoil great plans, and he pinched the bridge of his nose.
He then summoned a smile of cultured elegance, bowing slightly, a perfect gentleman: "For you, it would be an honor."
Mo Si, hidden in the corner: Mr. Xiao, you can't pull off being haughty in this lifetime!
But somehow, it felt like Mr. Xiao and Miss Lu were getting sweeter with each other...
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Afternoon.
As soon as Lu Mian finished her class, she received a text from Xiao Qimo saying he was waiting outside Yulan Pavilion and had driven there.
