"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Lin Xian stepped on the brake and parked the purple Lamborghini in front of the banquet hall, then looked up, glancing at his reflection in the rearview mirror—his bearded, square face, long angular eyes, deep eye sockets, slightly curly hair, embodying the very essence of an oil prince:
"Although my acting isn't as good as yours, I was trained by a Hollywood drama master."
"Oh? Which one?"
Angelica asked with interest:
"I thought I knew all the drama kings of Hollywood."
Lin Xian shook his head with a smile:
"This one, you truly don't know."
Saying that, he pressed a button to open the Lamborghini's scissor doors, which opened vertically.
The valet and reception staff immediately surrounded the scene, offering white-gloved hands to Angelica on the right side to assist her out of the low car; and on Lin Xian's side, another valet was bending over in wait.