The unique dressing style, the bold strides, the exaggerated lipstick color—yes, it's Chen Yuanyuan, that little rascal.
"What are you doing here?" Lin Beichen raised an eyebrow and asked.
"What's with the question? This hotel belongs to my family. If you can be here, why can't I?" Chen Yuanyuan retorted discontentedly.
"Alright then." Lin Beichen shrugged, it was just a casual question, and he didn't mean to continue dwelling on it.
As he walked to his car, opened the door, and was about to get in, Chen Yuanyuan suddenly ran over and called out, "Hey hey hey, don't leave! I have something to discuss with you!"
"What is it?" Lin Beichen raised an eyebrow and asked, "Let me make it clear, you're not my type. There's nothing possible between us."
What do you mean by not your type?
I'm naturally beautiful, gorgeous as a flower, do I need you to like me?
Chen Yuanyuan rolled her eyes and said, "When are you guys leaving Port City?"
Leave?
