Shen Jing just smiled as she looked at the skyscrapers outside the window, her attention focused on the images on the projection screen.
Why is this celebrity so popular?
There was a car driving slowly ahead.
Zhou Luchen honked the horn, showing impatience. "What are you looking at her for?"
Shen Jing looked up as he sped past the car, saying in a sour tone, "She's pretty."
Zhou Luchen's smile was vague as he responded, "Not as pretty as you."
Shen Jing lifted her hand to brush her hair, generously accepting the compliment.
"Of course. I wonder who it was, hugging me during our 'mandarin duck bath' last night and calling me a thousand-year-old enchantress."
Zhou Luchen looked at her; she was really laying it on thick.
Shen Jing, looking docile, snuggled up to him, somewhat mesmerized as she stared at his profile. "Was it you?"
Just then, his phone rang.
He raised an eyebrow, letting it ring for a long time before answering.
