Having said their goodbyes, Dongfang opened the car door, and Shen Li got in.
As the evening sun set, a cool breeze blew, and Shen Li rolled down the window. Enjoying the night's breeze after a delightful afternoon, such a salon gathering had made her happy, and even the appearance of Guo Ling hadn't dampened her spirits.
"You seem to be quite familiar with An Chushi?" Dongfang, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly spoke up.
Still in high spirits, Shen Li was somewhat taken aback and replied, "We already knew each other, and besides, now I'm an actress, he's an investor—shouldn't we be acquainted?"
Dongfang's mouth curved into a cold smile, scornfully saying, "The master doesn't have a good temper, and you'd best not test his patience."
