Lin Yan maintained a good attitude.
Ling Tingfeng clenched his fist and knocked on his head, feeling too much of a headache to speak. "I'm going to chat with some friends for a while. Want to join? They don't drink much, just a simple tea and chat session, a rare gathering."
Ling Tingfeng adjusted his mood and asked Lin Yan what she thought; his friends were all big shots in the media industry.
Even though he knew, it was clear that Lin Yan's status as Mrs. Lu would bring her considerable influence.
Whether or not they are Ling Tingfeng's friends isn't that important, as long as Lin Yan is willing to use Lu Chenyuan's name, even if it's just for show, those benefits will keep flowing in.
"You go ahead, give them my regards," Lin Yan politely declined. She didn't want to get into that commotion.
Ling Tingfeng didn't make it difficult for her, and nodded, "Do you have a driver to pick you up? If not, I'll have someone drive you home. It's cold and windy outside."
