1862,Yu Lingqian's Cinnabar Mole (7)
It's already past six, and Mu Anran's news conference is about to start. He promised Mu Anran he would definitely be there to support him.
But if this meal goes on too late...
"Ah Qian, is there a problem?" Shen Jiaoyang noticed Yu Lingqian's hesitancy and her expression subtly changed.
Yu Lingqian hadn't yet opened his mouth, when Arthur, with a mocking sneer, said indifferently, "Of course he has something to do! He also has to attend the news conference his wife is hosting."
Wife?
Hearing this word, Shen Jiaoyang's expression visibly twisted.
She looked at Yu Lingqian in disbelief, as if completely surprised.
