On the day of the banquet, she would let everyone know who was the rightful young lady of the Su Family, who held up the family's honor.
Touching the gauze on her forehead, Su Xinyan looked through her phone with a pleased expression on her face.
Suddenly, her expression changed.
Ye Zhichen, it was always Ye Zhichen!
Her face darkened as she flipped through the following conversation.
That's right, Su Ran now could only bask in Ye Zhichen's light, otherwise what other chance would she have to mingle with the wealthy and noble young masters?
Without Ye Zhichen, Su Ran wouldn't even be fit to carry her shoes.
Now, what use was it for Ye Zhichen to come out?
Anyway, her goal had already been achieved.
Su Ran, do you dare to respond?
Taking a deep breath, Su Xinyan exited the group chat, opened her contacts list, and composed a message.
"Well done."
Tossing her phone casually onto the dressing table, Su Xinyan looked at herself in the mirror.