After finishing the call with Lu Huashan, Xia Weibao also got ready to set off.
Now that their marriage was not public, Lu Hualiang couldn't go with her.
Instead, he went to pick up Zhong Wanshu.
Looking at the breathtaking woman in front of him, Lu Hualiang wanted a farewell kiss, but the makeup was too exquisite. The stylist said, no kissing allowed.
Director Lu's face turned dark at that moment.
Xia Weibao stifled a laugh as she said goodbye to him, letting the driver take her over.
The banquet hall of the Imperial City Hotel, champagne and fine wine, flickering lights, luxurious yet dreamy.
Women dressed in various fragrant clothes and beautiful dresses, and gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, mingling and toasting each other.
Conversations filled with laughter accompanied the clinking of glasses.
Suddenly, a commotion arose at the entrance of the banquet hall, and everyone looked towards the source, only to see Lu Huashan in a black evening gown walking in.
