After breakfast, Li Xiaoyao drove to the Intercontinental Hotel.
Once the car was parked, Lin Yuanyuan and Li Xiaoyao walked shoulder to shoulder into the hotel.
Lin Yuanyuan glanced at Li Xiaoyao with a tinge of disdain, "Can't you dress a bit more appropriately?"
Li Xiaoyao retorted, "What I'm wearing isn't proper?"
Light-colored jeans, a grey long-sleeved shirt with two buttons undone, the collar resting on his shoulders.
The outfit indeed wasn't formal, but it couldn't be called improper either.
All that could be said was that Li Xiaoyao's attire wasn't quite suitable for such high-end events.
However, Li Xiaoyao had always done things his own way, never bothered by other people's gazes or opinions.
Cultivators should inherently possess a heart as steadfast as a boulder; otherwise, constantly changing oneself for the sake of others' opinions, how could one talk about defying the heavens?
