At the end of the red carpet at the main entrance of the Genting Banquet Hall, an inconspicuous black business car slowly stopped.
In the car, the driver glanced at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and said with some hesitation: "Miss, there are media outside. If you are photographed alone... Why don't you take the side door?"
Ling Sa didn't move in the back seat, her eyes falling on the guns and cannons outside through the privacy-protecting window.
Today she wore a plain black dress without any jewelry, her hair was casually pulled into a low bun, and her whole person was as pure as a drop of water falling into oil paint.
"No need." Ling Sa's voice was very calm, with a coldness that was always on high alert, "Open the door."
The driver didn't dare to persuade anymore, turned off the engine, and opened the door.
Ling Sa got out of the car, and the black stilettos under her feet made a crisp sound as they stepped on the red carpet.
Almost instantly, the spotlight flashed crazily, like an exploding silver snake.
