Lang Qingge interrupted her, "Little fox, stop talking about me, say what you wanted to say directly. Don't beat around the bush, or I might not help you."
He was still smiling gently as if he was always calm like this in any situation.
Yu Jingrong blinked her eyes and touched her own face, "Am I really that transparent?"
Lang Qingge didn't answer. He just looked at her, but his gaze already gave Yu Jingrong the answer.
Yu Jingrong did not answer immediately. She gracefully took a bite of noodles, then vaguely said, "Did you receive an invitation to the Mu family's banquet?"
Lang Qingge looked at her deeply, "You want to go to the banquet?"
After finishing the noodles in her mouth, Yu Jingrong nodded, "Yes!"
Lang Qingge asked again, "What for?"
