The etiquette lady, upon hearing Chu Feng's words, quickly realized her mistake. Her face bore an indescribable respect as she said, "No, sir, that's not the case. Your invitation is not fake; your seat is in one of the boxes over here. Please follow me!"
When Li Xiaoran heard the etiquette lady's words, her beautiful eyes sparkled as she said, "Brother, so you're in a private box? Why didn't you say so sooner? Who gave you the invitation? Even my grandfather doesn't have one."
Chu Feng knocked her on the head and said, "I'll tell you once we're inside. Be quiet for now."
The etiquette lady, looking to be in her twenties and seeing that Chu Feng could hold an invitation to the box, also had a different light shining in her beautiful eyes.
As she walked, she deliberately swayed her hips more than necessary in front of Chu Feng and revealed a few more centimeters of her snow-white thighs.
However, Chu Feng was unmoved, and she could only give up.
