Li Haidong returned from the beach, only to find Wei Lan chatting even more enthusiastically with a few male models.
In his impression, Wei Lan had always been the picture of poise, a dignified lady. But now, she was laughing so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes crowded together.
He walked over to Sang Ning, pointing up and down at her with his right index finger, gritting his teeth as he said, "Look at the mess you've made! Are you just incapable of letting people have a good time? Do you have to make my life miserable?"
Sang Ning glanced at Li Haidong, her composure unshaken as she responded, "Uncle Hai, what do you mean I'm making your life miserable? Clearly, you're doing that to yourself. If you were still youthful, handsome, sweet-talking, and good at charming people, would Sister Lan even be dazzled by all these guys outside?"
