The car stopped outside the city's office building, and Yan Luoxi got out, just about to send a message when she heard someone calling her. She looked up and saw a man who looked somewhat familiar striding towards her.
"Miss Yan, please follow me, the meeting has been delayed, and Seventh Master is still in a meeting," Zhou Bei said as he stood in front of Yan Luoxi, with polite manners.
Yan Luoxi looked up at the majestic and imposing building in front of her, a solemn and awe-inspiring ambiance washing over her and invoking an inexplicable sense of reverence in her heart, "Are you sure your Seventh Master is here for a meeting and not arrested?"
Zhou Bei's mouth twitched, are actors' imaginations always this wild?
"Seventh Master indeed came here for a meeting, Miss Yan, this way, please," Zhou Bei led the way, puzzled as to why Seventh Master hadn't directly told his wife that they were already married.
