C274 The Face of an Emperor

"Sorry, I have an appointment." A smile suddenly appeared on Ye Qingru's frosty face.

Wen Chan only thought of one word: give face and be shameless.

On Mrs. Zhuo's delicate face, there was a trace of crack on the corner of her mouth.

Then.

Ye Qingru covered her mouth and smiled like a little girl. She took out a ticket from her handbag, "I have a ticket. I think the two of you have one too