At this moment, He had just pulled an all-nighter finishing work and closed his eyes for a short rest when Zhao Pan handed him a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
Cheng Lie took a few sips, glanced at the time—it was three in the afternoon—it was time to head to that gathering.
Wen Lin also wanted him to visit her styling room.
Cheng Lie went over.
At that time, Wen Lin was wearing a white fitted gown, slightly off-shoulder, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Her hair had grown slightly longer, adding more femininity compared to the neatness before.
When he arrived, the styling room was helping her put on jewelry.
Every set of jewelry here was valuable enough to buy luxury cars and houses.
Seeing Cheng Lie arrive, Wen Lin smiled at him joyously.
After she finished dressing, she held her gown and walked towards him slowly, asking, "Do I look good?"
On her face was the delight one has when seeing their beloved.
Not as cold and assertive as usual, but a bit more playful.
