Evening time.
Lin Fan, dressed in a sharp suit, drove a large G into the slow-moving traffic.
The light drizzle made the already congested rush hour even more jam-packed.
"Handsome, where are you? I'm already at the entrance of Tianxiang Pavilion!"
Yang Linglong's video call came again.
"I'm stuck on Century Bridge, I'll be there as soon as I get off. Miss, I finally understand why all men want to be kept men—delivering clothes and watches, the salespeople looked at me differently today,"
Lin Fan laughed as he looked at the watch on his wrist and the clothes on his body.
These were all carefully chosen by Yang Linglong for him at noon today.
She casually spent hundreds of thousands without a second thought.
"So, you see, you've struck gold. Tonight, you'll definitely be the proudest man at the event,"
Yang Linglong, dressed in an evening gown, had spent a good part of the afternoon getting ready.
She was determined to outshine everyone at the event.
