Yang Lianxin, wearing a purple dress, turned around in front of Ling Zhou and said.

"Well, that's good. This is it. Let's go."

Ling Zhou raised his chin and made the decision directly.

Yang Lianxin pouted. She wanted to try all those beautiful evening gowns.

But seeing that Ling Zhou has already made the decision, this is the only option.

Ling Zhou sniffed, raised his chin, and left the dress shop with Yang Lianxin.

…

Qinglan Club.

In front of the club, there are already many luxury cars, and the world's top limited edition supercars can be seen here at any time.

A convoy of luxurious cars drove by, attracting countless eyes.

When people saw Ling Zhou getting out of the car, there was chaos at the scene. No one expected Ling Zhou to come.

Didn't he usually ask Ling Hai to attend on his behalf? Why did he come in person this time?

Amid everyone's confusion, Ling Zhou, surrounded by his followers, walked into the club.

…

In a hall, music was playing, and beautifully dressed men and women, holding wine glasses in their hands, were walking in groups of three or five, chatting about this and that.

"Master Hai, why didn't His Royal Highness come?"

In a corner, a young man asked Ling Hai.

Ling Hai held up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Brother Zhou is still in school. He is now in his third year of high school and his courses are a bit intense."

"Oh! That's true."

The people around him looked around, smiling but sneering in their hearts. Who among the upper-class nobles in Lanling didn't know what kind of person His Royal Highness was?

Stressful studying?

Go fool the devil.

Who doesn't know that His Highness Zhou spends every day sleeping in school?