On the other side.
Tong Lu found it boring to listen to the servants talk about the betrothal gifts. She left the villa and took a walk in the manor. After a short while, a cool Maserati suddenly stopped in front of her. Someone honked the car horn.
"Young master Yan, why are you here?"
"Of course I'm here to pick you up." Yan Shuo stepped out of the car.
He was dressed fashionably and handsomely, unlike Leng Yejin's composed and imposing manner. He was dressed in a cheery orange shirt and white casual pants. With that cynical look on his face, he bowed and opened the door to the passenger seat for her. Tong Lu felt as if her mood had become much more relaxed.