"Lanlan." Yong Xiaoman's expression softened signficantly upon seeing her daughter. In the midst of their conversation, Mrs. Lin approached with a smile, "Miss Lan really does grow more elegant as time passes, truly the daughter of the Lan family."
"Hello, Aunt Lin."
Lan Lan greeted sweetly, her gaze abruptly landing on Qiao Xiaren, who was not far from Mrs. Lin. Xiaren and Wang Yi were standing just aside, their expressions cold and detached, like indifferent bystanders.
"Oh, isn't this Miss Qiao?" Noticing her among the crowd, Lan Lan approached, a hint of sour mockery in her tone as the men nearby dared only to glance her way without approaching further. She was itching for a confrontation.
Qiao Xiaren remained silent, merely giving her a fleeting glance. Xiaren vaguely remembered this woman as her stepmother's daughter.
Lan Lan, directly ignored: ...
Seeing her daughter slighted by such a person, Yong Xiaoman was suddenly reminded of An Yuqian and felt a wave of discomfort.