11:35 in the morning.
On the first floor, in the opulent hotel lobby.
Peng Xiaomeng was walking while softly reminding, "I'm telling you upfront, today is Zhao Peng and Jiajia's engagement party, we're here to offer our congratulations. Don't bring up our family's little issues, okay?"
"Got it! Can you relax for a bit?" Lin Muchuan suppressed his anger, his voice squeezed out through gritted teeth.
Peng Xiaomeng glared at him fiercely without saying anything more.
She, too, cared about appearances and didn't want to argue in such a place, embarrassing her own family.
The two of them walked one in front of the other, crossing the polished marble floor, arriving at the porte-cochère of the hotel's main entrance.
Peng Xiaomeng stood on the steps, adjusting the new coat she had bought especially for today, assuming an appropriate posture and waiting quietly.
In December in Chang'an, the sunlight was bright but lacked warmth.
