Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the venue.
Looking at the long red carpet outside and the luxuriously-dressed men and women getting out of the luxurious car, Ning Qing's palms were sweating.
This was the first time she would face the public after she woke up.
Lu Zhui said, "Young Master, Young Madam, we're here."
Ning Qing's hands gripped her skirt tightly. She was extremely nervous and helpless.
Lu Zhui received Nian Lie's signal and opened the door to get out of the car.
Ning Qing looked at the man beside her. His face was blurry in the dark car.
Nian Lie looked at her and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"I didn't expect you to be nervous too."
Ning Qing straightened her back. "No."
He lit a cigarette. White smoke filled the air, and Ning Qing, who did not like the smell of smoke, could not help but cough.
At this moment, Nian Lie's deep voice was heard.
