"Speaking of which, are you really not going to the banquet tomorrow? I heard that Mo Jinrong is coming. I haven't seen such an ugly person, I really want to see how ugly he is."
Zhao Xiaolei nibbled on the end of her pen, her eyes full of hope.
Lan Anran stopped writing and spoke slowly.
"You have to be mentally prepared."
"You've seen him before? Really?"
Zhao Xiaolei looked at Lan Anran curiously.
"Lan Anran, are you really not going tomorrow?" Lin Cheng walked over and asked.
"Lin Cheng, you're so annoying! Why do you keep pestering Anran? She's out of your league." Zhao Xiaolei sneered.
"Shut up!"
Lin Cheng returned to his seat impatiently. If Lan Anran didn't want to go, it would be meaningless to go alone.
Back at home, Mo Jinrong sent a message.
"Will Zero really be there tomorrow?"
