Jiang Yining held onto Lu Zhi's arm and walked into the hall with a smile.
Chen Kexin followed the waiter's instructions and found Xiao Lang.
He was chatting and laughing with a lady.
Chen Kexin tidied up her facial expression and walked up elegantly to talk to him. "Mr. Xiao, I'm your fan. Nice to meet you."
Xiao Lang glanced sideways and noticed that it was a beautiful girl. He asked very gentlemanly, "Hello, do you want my autograph?"
"Sure, but I didn't bring a pen and paper."
"I have a pen. I can sign it in your palm."
"Wow, that's my honor."
As Chen Kexin spoke, she inadvertently pushed the woman standing opposite him to the side. How could she allow others to occupy Xiao Lang's line of sight when she was there?
The lady's expression turned a little ugly, but she could recognize that Chen Kexin was from the Lu family.
She could not afford to offend her, so she could only retreat to the side.