Chang Ting had no idea what got into Qian Zihao's head, once a cultured and gentle man, he suddenly donned a different face.
What a freak!
She walked to the entrance and met up with the other three, scanning around without spotting Dai Lu, she frowned, asking: "Where's Dai Lu, why isn't she out yet?"
Another girl replied: "She said she has something to do at noon, so she won't join the lunch gathering."
Chang Ting looked even more displeased: "Everyone's out to have fun together, and she's the only one who has to be different. I don't know what she thinks she's relying on!"
The slightly overweight man waiting alongside them chuckled: "What else could she count on, obviously it's because Mr. Qian likes her, so she acts fearless."
Chang Ting disdainfully said: "Then why is she putting on airs, pretending to be some pure and untainted white lotus, making Mr. Qian so enchanted like a lovesick fool."
"Cough cough, keep your voice down, don't let Mr. Qian hear this."