"Brother Song is so generous!" Li Jingrong immediately stood up, pulled Zhang Minghua's arm, and said, "Uh... we're almost out of fruit, dear, let's go to the bar and get some."
"Alright, alright."
...
VIP seats on the second floor.
Crisp was almost lying on the railing the entire time, her eyes shining as she stared excitedly downstairs, her body trembling slightly with excitement.
It was like watching the premiere of an immersive interactive movie that she had been eagerly anticipating.
After a moment.
She suddenly turned around, "Sister Qingqing, this... this plot today, I think I saw you mention it in the group chat. It's amazing! It's exactly like you described! That warm-hearted alumnus vibe, it's on par with a domineering CEO!"
"It's alright." Xu Qing took a sip of her drink, maintaining an elegant posture.
"Do you think he might be doing all this to provoke you, like you said before, deliberately?" Crisp's tone was filled with tension.
