"Ah! She's walking towards us," Tang Xinrou suddenly said.
Song Yaoyao heard the sound and looked over. Lily had left Zhong Li and the others and was walking towards them with a clear purpose.
Many sets of eyes followed her. They probably knew who she was.
Song Yaoyao could guess what she was doing in China at this time. It was probably for publicity.
"Hi, how are you? I'm Lily," the girl greeted them graciously.
By now, the sky was completely dark. The lights from the villa reflected in her eyes, forming a circle of light with a faint hint of blue.
"Hello."
"May I sit here?" Lily looked at them expectantly, her gaze sincere.
Tang Xinrou didn't mind. "There are still many seats here. Of course you can."
