"Director Lu."
Lu Hualiang was waiting for his wife when suddenly, a woman's playful laughter sounded beside him.
Turning his head, he saw Yan Weiyang had already walked up to his side, and his brows instantly furrowed.
"Director Lu, long time no see," Yan Weiyang greeted him with a smile.
Lu Hualiang nodded indifferently as a response and then continued to look in the direction from which Xia Weibao was coming.
Her Majesty the Empress had won an award tonight, and it had been her own beloved husband who had personally presented it to her, so her heart was blooming with several kinds of joy.
Just as she saw her dear husband waiting for her, ready to rush over for kisses, hugs, and to be lifted in celebration, she saw a woman walking over to him.
And they seemed to be chatting quite merrily.
Xia Weibao stopped in her tracks; her back was to Weibao, so she couldn't see her face, but she remembered that dress.
Yan Weiyang!
Damn!
How dare she flirt with my man, as if I'm dead!
