"Xia Ningxing, why did you walk the red carpet so fast?" Lu Fan, who had been waiting inside the hall, couldn't help but frown.
People usually cling to the red carpet as if they never want to leave, but she just "thump thump thump" charged forward like she was wielding a bayonet.
Xia Ningxing first breathed on her hands to warm them, then shot him a glance, "Please, it's deep autumn and this is all I'm wearing, am I not supposed to be cold?"
So, you're saying you walked so fast because you were cold?
Lu Fan closed his eyes and forcibly held back the swear words on the tip of his tongue.
"Forget it, I'll let it slide this time, but remember, next time even if you're freezing to death, you'd better walk slower, hear me?" he chided her somewhat seriously.
"Got it, got it." Xia Ningxing nodded repeatedly, giving him a noncommittal response.
But deep down, she didn't agree with him at all.
