"Yes, yes, I heard he's a famous painter who just returned from Europe."
"No wonder the president dined with her..."
"Does the president have such a romantic side? Just thinking about it makes me so happy."
Qin Yucen intermittently heard such remarks. The president they were referring to must be Huo Jingtang, as she had just dined with him last night. And his actions had taken her completely by surprise.
She entered the elevator, exited it, and walked to Lance's room door, pressing the doorbell to wait.
Lance opened the door, still wearing his robe, and seeing Qin Yucen standing outside, he smiled and stepped aside: "Come in."
As Qin Yucen entered, he closed the door, followed her, and poured her a glass of water.
