Chapter 2686: Don’t You Want to Let Me Pass?

After saying this, Nangong Xiao seemed to hear a light laugh from Di Yimo, right by her ear, sexy and charming.

However, it seemed that Di Yimo obediently moved slightly away from her, but he still bent down, lowered his body. There was no way around it; he was too tall. But even like this, it didn’t diminish his handsomeness at all; it even made him appear more suave and dashing.

"Auntie, don’t you want me to come over?" Di Yimo looked at Nangong Xiao with a slightly teasing smile, utterly captivating, especially with those deep-set eyes, naturally carrying a hint of noble coolness, not obtrusive, and indeed very attractive.

"No, you can come over." Nangong Xiao quickly shook her head and then straightforwardly stood up, trying to shrink to the edge of the chair, leaving some space.

"Thank you." Di Yimo nodded politely and gentlemanly, then stepped across to squeeze past Nangong Xiao’s side.

To say he squeezed implies the space wasn’t wide, so their bodies did touch, but Di Yimo seemed unfazed, and Nangong Xiao lowered her gaze, also unconcerned.

This VIP seat is actually accessible from both sides; you can come in from the left or the right. But Nangong Xiao and Di Yimo happened to be in the center, so it didn’t matter which side they went.

Di Yimo sat down, right next to Nangong Xiao, and for some reason, Nangong Xiao felt a bit nervous inside.

She was actually a little annoyed too. She really didn’t need to get things so tense with Di Yimo!

Everyone’s an adult, mature, with thoughts and reason. Some things, knowing they are impossible, so there’s no need to get involved. There’s really no need to make it so rigid, right?

After all, they are at least relatives, still in the same circle, as the saying goes: you look up, you don’t see, you lower your head, you see.

And Di Yimo seemed so unfazed and indifferent, so why was she so bothered?

So she should probably relax a bit, shouldn’t she?

Nangong Xiao was lost in her thoughts, building psychological encouragement for herself, trying to be indifferent, carefree, not needing to take things so seriously.

While comforting herself to be easygoing, Nangong Xiao secretly took a deep breath and, subconsciously, glanced sideways at Di Yimo.

She found him sitting upright, with not a ripple of emotion on his face, but soon his gaze suddenly shifted, staring straight at the direction from backstage.

Nangong Xiao hesitated for a moment, instinctively looked over as well, and saw a woman walking toward them.

Of course, she recognized this woman. She was a world-renowned female model, about 178 cm tall. That figure, calling it a demon’s body, wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

Not only was it not an exaggeration, but it might not even do justice. This woman was a mix-blood, a C Country native with one-quarter Empire bloodline, and her name was also in Chinese—Zhao Meiqi, English name Maggie.

She was the epitome of a voluptuous figure, thin waist, long legs—the key was she was stunningly beautiful. Her face wasn’t an oval or an egg shape but slightly round, yet beautifully so because her chin was exceptionally well-shaped. And when she smiled, there were two round dimples, her eyes were a light blue and very deep, her hair was golden, her skin tone leaned toward the yellow race, but still considered fair.

This woman was also very highly regarded in the international modeling scene. If Di Yimo was now the top male model, then Zhao Meiqi was definitely the top female model internationally.