"It's a waste not to compete in the Olympics!"
Lu Ning looked at the pregnant woman's agile silhouette and shrugged his shoulders before turning to get back into the car.
"Mom, look how amazing big brother is! He resolved the issue with just a few words!"
Tang Yun, arm in arm with Wang Ying, looked at Lu Ning's profile and said with a smile curving at the corner of her eyes.
"Hmph, he just got lucky that someone had a stomachache!"
Wang Ying pursed her lips.
"Hehe!"
Lu Ning chuckled and then put the car in gear, stepped on the gas, and continued to drive with focused attention.
Half an hour later.
The group finally arrived at the entrance of the Imperial Court Hotel.
There on the steps stood Chen Zijie, dressed in a Gucci suit, with an LV belt around his waist and a Rolex on his wrist—a getup worth at least a couple hundred thousand.
Although he looked quite ordinary, his body adorned with brands made him appear much more pleasing to the eye.