"It's already dark, let's hurry over," she said.
Once outside, Zhang Qianqian moved closer to Yang Yifeng almost involuntarily. She wrapped her arms around Yang Yifeng's, appearing just like a couple.
Yang Yifeng glanced at Zhang Qianqian's face, his eyes held a strange expression.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
Zhang Qianqian stamped her foot, her cheeks blushing slightly, but because it was too dark, Yang Yifeng did not notice.
Yang Yifeng chuckled without a hint of embarrassment, "Aren't you afraid of the paparazzi now?"
"Relax!"
Zhang Qianqian smoothed a strand of hair from her forehead and smiled with pursed lips.
"The news about this charity gala is completely confidential. It's only circulated within the circle and no media outlets were notified from start to finish. Plus, Huashao deliberately didn't inform the attendees about me coming in advance, so no one will know I'm here."