Everyone's gaze had already been stolen by Qiao An.
That stunning look carried with it many exclamations of admiration.
People whispered amongst themselves—
"I thought Lai Qinghuan was already beautiful enough, but who knew there would be another woman even more dazzling than her!"
"There are always higher mountains and someone better outside, besides, Beijing isn't just Lai Qinghuan when it comes to beauties."
"I think Lai Qinghuan is pretty beautiful."
"That's only because she hasn't appeared next to that beauty behind her. Once the two of them are in the same frame, she's outshone in seconds!"
"You've got a point."
Their murmurs, both fine and soft, reached the ears.
Lai Qinghuan's fingers clenched invisibly for a moment—ah, a group of superficial people!
"Bro, happy birthday!"
Song Yiheng arrived, happily giving his cousin a big hug.