The woman in the ceremonial gown immediately lowered her head.
Liu Zheng also withdrew his gaze.
"Senior, shall we go in?"
The novelist took the initiative to link her arm through his tentacle.
"Sure."
Liu Zheng nodded and stepped forward.
The novelist looked up at him, but suddenly turned around.
The eyes of the driver met hers in the air, and after an invisible collision, his figure flickered momentarily.
"What a formidable woman."
The driver retracted his gaze.
The young man sure is lucky, just not adept at enjoying his good fortune.
He shook his head and started the engine.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing the novelist shudder suddenly, Liu Zheng looked down and asked.
"It's nothing, senior."
She shook her head.
"All right."
Since she would not say, Liu Zheng did not ask further.
The two arrived at the entrance of the club, where an attendant blocked their path.
"Welcome to our esteemed guests. May I know if you wish to participate as Spirit or as a novelist?"
