"It's a shame," Lan Rong sighed, "being as popular as I am, I can't just go to the hotel entrance to buy fried dough sticks. It would be bad if I got recognized."
Cheng Weiyue didn't admire much, but she did admire Lan Rong's level of self-love.
She silently moved out of someone's line of sight to find some peace.
After Cheng Weiyue walked away, Lan Rong leaned closer to Lei Qi, who was standing nearby, and lowered his voice with a bit of sentimentality, "Hey, what exactly do you see in Cheng Weiyue to spend so much time grooming her?"
Lei Qi didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the camera next to him, as he adjusted the settings.
As usual, he wore a baseball cap, his lean and cool profile highlighted by his slightly indifferent eyes and expression.
Lan Rong, finding no amusement, pursed his lips and stopped talking.
