"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, this way please."
Xia Lu was just about to walk in when Zhou Mingchen reached out and pulled her back.
"Hand."
This woman was truly oblivious; he had stressed it to her so many times, yet she still forgot.
Xia Lu sheepishly stuck out her tongue and hooked her hand around Zhou Mingchen's arm.
Another party whose theme she didn't know, ever since they got married, Xia Lu's dinner times had been completely taken over by these kinds of events.
"Watch your expression," Zhou Mingchen whispered in her ear.
Xia Lu immediately put on the smile she had practiced so many times in the mirror at home.
"What's tonight's event about?"
Zhou Mingchen didn't even look at her, "You don't need to know what the event is about. Just maintain a smile by my side."
"Oh."
Indeed, as the wife of the president of Fengguang Group, she didn't even have the right to know the theme of the event—she was just an accessory by his side.
"You're here?"
