"How do I look in this dress?" Lin Xilin twirled in front of Zhou Mingchen, displaying a seductive expression.
Tonight was her territory.
"Your taste has always been impeccable, how could it possibly go wrong." Zhou Mingchen took a sip of champagne, gazing out at the night view from the window. In another half hour, the party would officially begin.
Lin Xilin approached him, gently linking her arm with his.
"Thank you for agreeing to be my date today. This is my first gallery, and it's been my dream since I was little. I really don't want to mess it up," she confessed with an anxious look, "Do you think I can do it well?"
Zhou Mingchen turned to look at her.
Lin Xilin's majors in college were art history and art appreciation, and having been pampered since childhood, she developed a keen artistic sense and aesthetic in such an environment. There was no one more suited for this industry than her.
"You will definitely do well," he assured.
