"Zhongsun Brothers?"
Leng Wenbo frowned upon seeing Zhongsun Feng running off like that.
What was going on, and why did Zhongsun Feng leave upon seeing Zhuge Tingran?
Wasn't Zhuge Tingran Zhongsun Feng's fiancée?
Just now, he had felt that Zhongsun Feng's mood swings were too intense—could it be because of Zhuge Tingran?
Leng Wenbo glanced at Zhuge Tingran, noticing that the girl, when dressed up, indeed had some beauty, but there was also a strong sense of scheming in her eyes and brows.
Such a woman was actually the type he liked least.
However, the person who had sent the invitation was not Zhuge Tingran, but the Fourth Elder, Zhuge Zhengli.
That was why Leng Wenbo had agreed to come, and as he was wondering how to start the conversation, Zhuge Tingran approached him with a smile, "Young Master Leng, please take a seat."
"Miss Zhuge is too kind."
Leng Wenbo could only nod his head in thanks for the greeting.
