The dazzling Lamborghini was speeding on the spacious road, and the evening breeze was blowing on my face, making it infinitely gentle.
"Are you a relative of the Lan family or a guest?" Wang Aoshuang asked cautiously.
"But it can be said that they are relatives, or they are not at all." He looked forward, but there was a hint of blue complexity in his eyes.
Wang Aoshuang was confused for a moment, why was the answer to this question so ambiguous?
He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes slowly filled with brilliance, and said lightly: "You will know my relationship with the Lan family."
Although she was a little surprised by such an answer, she didn't ask any more questions. After all, she and this man had just met.
The car drove towards a famous mountain top in the city.
This hilltop is famous not only because it offers a bird's-eye view of the city, but also because it is home to many well-known clubs and various high-end leisure venues. It is a place where celebrities and powerful people like to spend time.
The car stopped in front of a splendid club.
The waiter with a bright smile immediately opened the car door for them and said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Ling."
Then he said on the intercom: "Manager Chen, Mr. Ling is here."
The waiter led the two people into the elevator, straight to the top floor, out of the elevator, and walked around until they came to a terrace.
Looking at your feet, the whole city is filled with bright neon lights, colorful and beautiful.
The waiter pulled out a chair for the two of them. Wang Aoshuang leaned on the chair and took a deep breath. The air was filled with the refreshing night breeze and the fragrance of flowers and plants.
"Mr. Ling, why didn't you inform us before you came so that we could get ready?" A man in a straight suit walked in.
Ling Ang smiled slightly, "I won't trouble Manager Chen this time, but..." He suddenly changed the subject, "I want to trouble your chef who hasn't shown his skills for a long time."
Manager Chen frowned slightly and looked at him with some confusion.
Ling Ang came close to him and whispered a few words in his ear. He nodded and respectfully withdrew.
After a while, the waiter came in with an iPad and said, "Miss, please choose the clothes you like."
Only then did Wang Aoshuang realize that she was still wearing a long tube top skirt surrounded by a tablecloth. She couldn't help but glance at Ling Ang. This man seemed quite attentive.
Ling Ang nodded towards her and smiled slightly. His smile was as thin as microwaves, but as beautiful as a god.
She immediately lowered her head. This man's smile had a captivating power, as if it could absorb people's will. One more look would make them fall.
She looked at the clothes on the screen carefully. These clothes were very beautiful, some were as elegant as clouds, some were as elegant as the wind, and some were as gorgeous as diamonds... Each piece was unique and perfect, completely comparable to the masterpieces made by famous teachers.
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As she admired them, she kept praising them. However, one thing made her puzzled: all of these clothes were white. "Why are these clothes all white?"
He looked at her intently, the light in his eyes shining with the stars in the night sky, but there was a hint of complexity between his eyebrows, "I think she likes white."
She was stunned for a moment and raised her beautiful eyebrows. The man seemed a little strange. He was talking about someone else, but he was looking at her intently.
And these clothes seem to have some stories, as if they are not just ordinary clothes.
"Excuse me..." She hesitated, "Are these clothes related to the 'her' you mentioned?"