It’s the first time Jiao Yang has formally invited her like this. If Luo Xiaoqian changes her mind now, it’s clearly lying, so she has no choice but to agree to attend the banquet.
After finishing her work, around four in the afternoon, Luo Xiaoqian drove back to Lakeside Villa.
She found a not-too-flashy silver-gray evening dress and put it on, accessorized simply, slipped on high heels, and turned to go downstairs.
As she opened the door, she saw Jiao Yang lazily leaning against the car.
"Jiao Yang?!" Luo Xiaoqian was a bit surprised, "How did you know I live here?"
"There’s always a way to find out what I want to know." Jiao Yang straightened up, smiled, and looked her up and down, "The evening dress is beautiful."
At this moment, Luo Xiaoqian also noticed his outfit. Jiao Yang was wearing a silver-gray suit too, unexpectedly matching with hers.
"Where’s Mo Mo, isn’t he here?" Jiao Yang glanced at the door behind her.
"He’s... with Dad." Luo Xiaoqian walked to the car, "Let’s go!"
Jiao Yang opened the car door for her, Luo Xiaoqian sat in the passenger seat, and he gentlemanly closed the door before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car.
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Court No. 9.
Xu Xia walked out of the apartment door accompanied by Lan Zi and Xiao Gao, and immediately saw the Black Warshield she had noticed under Leng Zirui’s building before parked at the steps below.
Leng Zirui wore a black shirt, his hand casually in the pocket of his dark gold trousers, his bow tie was tucked into the shirt pocket, with the top two buttons of the shirt undone. Clearly a formal outfit, yet he wore it lazily.

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