Tan Weiwei was actually very beautiful, but her beauty was different from Ran Tong's.
If Ran Tong was like a noble and cold, stunning red rose, just standing there could dazzle everyone, blooming exquisitely.
Then Tan Weiwei was like a peony, refined and dressed up, undoubtedly beautiful but somehow lacking in class.
Lu Nancheng looked at her, his thin lips curving slightly, as he pulled open the rear car door, "Please."
Tan Weiwei's expression faltered, however...
She quickly sat down with a smile.
Being in the backseat was better than not being allowed into the car at all!
The black Cayenne slowly drove off.
As soon as Lu Nancheng got into the car, he turned on the music, an English song with a good rhythm.
"Nancheng, do you like Jason Mraz too?" Tan Weiwei immediately asked.
Lu Nancheng gave a laugh, "It's alright."
Tan Weiwei looked at his face.
