Gu Xiaoer was somewhat impatient. The press conference she had imagined was supposed to be a gathering of the elite, and after the announcement of the collaboration, a harmonious and friendly dinner would follow.
At the same time, she would be able to have a face-to-face conversation with her male god idol.
But now, what was happening was a heart-stopping exposé. Every piece of information Da Luoluo threw out was shocking enough to astonish everyone present.
"How is it different?" Han Luoli's expression today was extra relaxed and relieved, his legs crossed atop one another, a long arm casually resting on the leather seat inside the car, his languid movements executed with great elegance.
Gu Xiaoer's face was once again struck by the man's handsomeness, and she asked with a blushing face, "Isn't there supposed to be a dinner dance afterward?"
"Do you think with those reporters around, you could actually enjoy dancing and eating?"
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