Wen Jie glanced sideways at her, his pale, thin lips curling slightly. His voice was as cool and crisp as jade. "...What a coincidence. Me too."
Shen Lang asked, "What if I make a fool of myself later?"
"No one would dare laugh at you."
"Our divorce... did you tell your family?"
"...Don't worry. I never even told them we were married."
Shen Lang: "..." 'I'm so tired. Just let the world end.'
A waiter hurried over and led them inside.
It wasn't the cliché welcome you see in stories, with waiters lined up to greet them. There was no red carpet, no exchanging of pleasantries. As they walked, what they felt more was the cold, damp night air and the occasional breeze brushing against their skin.
Shen Lang walked elegantly into the hall, her arm linked with Wen Jie's. It was immediately apparent that their arrival caused the once-harmonious atmosphere to stiffen.
