She wanted to exchange a few words with her own daughter, even a single sentence would do. All the way stumbling, An Yuqian only heard her heart almost leaping out of her chest, passersby cast sidelong glances one after another, seemingly surprised by the uncharacteristic outburst of the ordinarily poised and elegant Madame Lan.
Of course, as soon as An Yuqian arrived at the doorway, she saw Qiao Xiaren's figure disappear into a black sedan. Qiao Lang, who was originally behind, looked up in surprise at the sight of a discomposed noblewoman bursting forth, only to cool his expression upon discovering it was An Yuqian.
"Oh, is Madame Lan chasing her lover? Be careful not to be seen by Mr. Lan. This will reflect poorly on you."
An Yuqian didn't have the capacity to entertain Qiao Lang's sarcastic remarks, gripping him by the arm, her hands and voice trembling: "Is she my daughter, is Xiaren my daughter?"