"Go and change your clothes!" Xiang Yimo said.
"But I..."
At this moment, Zhong Lingling really wanted to slap herself. She had been overthinking for the past few days, thinking that Xiang Yimo would sneak Wang Shan to the evening gala behind her back. In the end, Xiang Yimo had no intention of taking Wang Shan at all.
"Yimo, I understand your intentions, but for such an important occasion, you should take Wang Shan with you!" Zhong Lingling said.
Wang Shan raised one corner of her mouth, thinking: At least you have some self-awareness!
"Didn't I just say, I've already told the organizers that I'd be bringing my wife tonight. If you make me take Wang Shan, what would others think? Go and change your clothes!"
It wasn't until Xiang Yimo's face turned stern, as if he was about to get angry, that Zhong Lingling took the clothes and went into the bedroom.
During this time, Xiang Yimo sat in the hall waiting, while the unwilling Wang Shan still refused to leave.
