Chuchu's eyebrows were all smiles.
Her long skirt fluttered, black hair, delicate features, and she wore a tiny flower crown. Being praised by everyone, she beamed even more sweetly, utterly fresh and charming.
Today, she had deliberately dressed up.
In the many years before, she never valued the importance of appearance, and there was no need to use her looks to please any other man—everyone treated her like a princess.
But this time, she was eager to please him.
She hoped to astonish him.
Wan Donglin could only sit in the audience pretending to seriously appreciate, yet was so bored he almost fell asleep.
He was just tired of it.
He had very little interest in this, and unlike those young people, he couldn't utter excessive insincere praises, and involuntarily kept checking his phone.
Yan Xixi was surprisingly not answering the phone.
This time, was she really that angry?
