Luo Ning rose to her feet, her shawl sliding off her fair shoulders onto the sofa, and she even forgot to wear her slippers as she ran over.
Such an almost disgraceful action made Mu Lan unable to help thinking about who the other person might be.
"Why did you come back so early today?"
Luo Ning spoke with a tone of surprise, and the moment the other person spoke, Mu Lan froze there, unable to move for quite a while.
"Do you have guests?"
Pei Zhao looked in the direction of the living room, and found the slim silhouettes somewhat familiar.
Especially the person wearing a black suit and neat short hair...
Yun Xi also recognized Pei Zhao's voice, her serious face showing a trace of impatience, clearly she didn't think it was a coincidence.
"I'm discussing the matters of the gown with my designer, would you like to give some advice?"
Luo Ning's tone was soft and clearly coquettish.
"Sure."