"What's wrong?" Yan Lingyi saw her frown, and her heart tightened for a moment.
For some reason, she was very concerned about Xia Weibao's mood; even a slight frown seemed out of place to her.
"Auntie Yan, do you have something to tell me?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"You suddenly invited me to dinner, it's a bit… overwhelming."
Xia Weibao chose her words carefully; she actually wanted to say that something unusual was definitely amiss, but that phrase was too rude. It was better to be tactful.
This was the First Lady of Huaxia, the former President of Huaxia, now the Secretary-General of the United Nations. How many politicians and high-ranking officials had wracked their brains and pulled every string they could to dine with her, to no avail.
It was rumored that the President of M country had to book a month in advance to have a meal with her, and in the end, it didn't happen.
