Lin Xian, as a member of the fashion circle, naturally noticed at a glance that Chu Anqing's outfit was not cheap.
But on second thought, it made sense. As Chu Shanhe's most presentable "treasure," how could she not show off at such an important Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year's Eve dinner, her own event?
"Just now my dad kept dragging me around to greet uncles and aunts."
Chu Anqing said while holding Zhao Yingjun's hand:
"Actually, I saw you guys earlier and wanted to come over to say hello... but I couldn't get away from there, so I only came over to find you when I got a chance."
Having said this,
Chu Anqing looked up at Lin Xian with a smile:
"Senior Lin Xian, now everyone is calling you East Sea 007! It has already spread throughout the school! Now you have a lot of junior fans waiting for you to go back and give another lecture."
"Forget it,"
remembering the last time and the classroom void of any juniors, Lin Xian felt a bit ridiculous:
