"Nonsense, this is your area of expertise, are they real or fake?"
Lin Ning scoffed and pretentiously said, "What's real is fake, and what's fake can also be real; when the fake appears real, the real also becomes fake."
...
Ye Feimo and Gu Rui exchanged greetings, shaking hands with each other. Gu Rui raised an eyebrow, looking at him teasingly; he secretly thought that Ye Feimo was here merely to exchange a few words with Han Bi.
He knew it well as Ye Feimo's gaze passed over Han Bi, his voice as usual, indifferent and unemotional, "Miss Han, my fiancée wants to ask you for an autograph."
That was not a request at all, but a command.
Wen Nuan gave a forced smile, internally cursing Ye Feimo, damn it, could you at least be polite? This is the least amount of respect due to a lady. On second thought, Second Young Master Ye had likely never known the meaning of respect since he was young, and Wen Nuan was left speechless.
