Xiao Yu giggled foolishly, "Of course I'd come. I just didn't expect you to be so grounded. I thought someone like you would be seated in a fancy restaurant, elegantly slicing steak with a knife and fork, not carrying a tray in the cafeteria."
"I'm human, not a deity," Leng Youchen said flatly. Seeing Wei Anning standing still, he calmly reminded, "Designer Gong, aren't you going to move forward?"
Wei Anning heard him addressing her as Designer Gong, and for some reason, it felt laced with sarcasm. She moved forward slowly, and the man behind her followed like a shadow.
Her heartbeat was erratic. Trying to break the stifling silence, she asked, "President Leng, when did you arrive in London?"
"What does that have to do with Designer Gong?" the man responded indifferently.
