"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, are you okay?"
When Lu Xing came to his senses, Mo Wenwan was already preparing to return to the charity gala. He anxiously grabbed her wrist, looked at her surprised and baffled expression, and explained.
"Suddenly realized that Miss Mo is a very chatty person. The event inside is about to wrap up—how about we find a place to chat properly?"
"Now?"
Mo Wenwan initially planned to wait for another half hour or so but didn't expect Lu Xing to take the initiative to talk one-on-one. Figuring he must be an impatient person, she said, "How about this: I'll inform my assistant, arrange for the remaining matters, and then head out alone."
"Alright, I'll wait for you."
