After hanging up the phone with the hotel's assistant, Justin looked back toward Xia Wenjin with a pair of blue eyes once again filled with laughter, "Dear Miss Xia, let's go choose an evening dress first. Let's not allow unimportant people to ruin our wonderful time, okay?"
"Okay."
...
As the evening set in and the sky grew dark, Lu Zhaozhao finally returned to the Song Family home.
The moment she pushed open the door, she could distinctly feel an oppressive atmosphere rushing toward her.
Qian Hong saw the door open and rushed toward Lu Zhaozhao as if she had seen her savior.
"Madam, have you had dinner?"
As she spoke, she took the things Lu Zhaozhao was carrying.
Then she leaned in close to Lu Zhaozhao and whispered, "Mr. Song came back early in the afternoon and still hasn't eaten..."