The assistant had barely finished speaking when startled cries suddenly rose up behind them.
Several reporters turned around in perfect unison, just in time to see Lu Hualiang step down from a limited-edition luxury car.
In all of Huaxia, there's no one who doesn't know Lu Hualiang's name!
The number one wealthy clan, the Lu Family!
Sister Yang and the others were stunned. Lu Hualiang usually only appeared on business magazines, so how could he show up here?
They'd never heard that he had any interest in calligraphy.
No, he's not interested—but his wife…
Sister Yang's heart leapt into her throat. If Lu Hualiang was here right now, then Xia Weibao…
Just as that thought flashed by, they saw Lu Hualiang turn around, bend down slightly, and extend a hand forward with effortless gentlemanly grace.
Then, from inside the car, a second wrist as pale as fresh snow, slender and delicate, emerged and rested boneless-soft in Lu Hualiang's palm.
