Su Ci suddenly burst in!

Mrs. Song didn't come alone. She also brought several of her good sisters, all of whom were top socialite ladies in Yecheng. Behind her were many bodyguards, and the bodyguards were holding luxury items, which were gifts for Su Qianrou. Song Zilin also came.

This grand scene made everyone gasp in surprise. "Wow, Mrs. Song actually came to throw a welcome party for Su Qianrou, the number one socialite in Yecheng!"

"It's really been a long time since Yecheng has been this lively. Su Qianrou is really amazing!"

In the luxurious private box. This was the welcome dinner arranged for Su Qianrou by the old lady of the Su family, but no one had expected that Mrs. Song would come with so many people.

"Mrs. Song, what brings you here?" Li Lan was overjoyed. You know, with her current status, she couldn't get on friendly terms with Mrs. Song, the leading lady among the socialites in Yecheng.

Mrs. Song went straight up to Su Qianrou and affectionately took Su Qianrou's small hand. "Qianrou, can I call you that?"

Mrs. Song had always been a die-hard fan of King. Now that King had cured her disfigured face, she almost wanted to kneel down in gratitude to King.

Su Qianrou curled her lips and said, "Of course you can, Mrs. Song."

"Qianrou, the ointment you gave me last time was really miraculous. Look, my face is healed, and my skin is even fairer and firmer than before. Everyone says I look ten years younger," Mrs. Song said excitedly.

Su Qianrou thought of the bottle of ointment in Mrs. Song's hand, and her smile grew wider. "It's also my honor to be of service to you, Mrs. Song."

"Qianrou, if you have any problems in the future, or if the Su family has anything going on, just tell me. Zilin, come here. From now on, you should treat Qianrou as your own little sister."

Song Zilin already had a good impression of Su Qianrou. Now that she had cured his mother's face, he was truly convinced. He immediately called out, "Little sister Qianrou."

This was the top-notch wealthy Song family. Mrs. Song's words and the young master of the Song family's call of "little sister" carried a lot of weight. The old lady of the Su family was stunned.

"Qianrou, when did you treat Mrs. Song's face?"

"Grandma, it was just last week, when I first got back to the country."

"You treated Mrs. Song's face but didn't tell us. You silly child," the old lady of the Su family said, her love for Su Qianrou almost overflowing.

Su Changrong and Li Lan quickly smiled and said, "Mrs. Song, our Qianrou is just a low-key person. She never tells us when she saves someone."

The top socialite ladies brought by Mrs. Song surrounded Li Lan and Su Qianrou. "Mrs. Su, you've really raised a wonderful daughter. She has a bright future ahead of her!"

"Mrs. Su, does Qianrou have a boyfriend? I wonder if she'd take a fancy to my son."

Su Changrong laughed heartily. "If you all don't mind, let's sit down and talk slowly. Waiter, bring the menu and serve the most expensive dishes."

Su Ci stood outside and watched. She understood that Mrs. Song had mistaken someone. She thought it was Su Qianrou who had cured her face.

Lin Jiaojiao, who had been Su Ci's best friend for many years and knew everything, said, "Tsk tsk, is Su Qianrou pretending to be you again? Cici, if you don't expose her now, are you planning to keep her until the Spring Festival?"

"Jiaojiao, wait for me for a moment." Su Ci then rushed into the luxurious private box.

Everyone in the box was chatting happily. At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open, and a girl's clear and pleasant voice sounded, "Am I not disturbing you all?"

Su Qianrou turned around and saw Su Ci standing by the door. She froze. The issue of the real and fake daughter had always been a thorn in Su Qianrou's heart. Now, the wealthy families all valued bloodlines, and she was afraid that others would find out that she was the fake daughter.