"So, if you didn't have an invitation, Su Ran, how did you get in here? You were the belle of the ball tonight, weren't you? Don't tell me some sugar daddy brought you,"
Zhao Yiyi raised her eyebrows, scanning the crowd around. No one stepped forward to speak for Su Ran, instead, they looked at her with strange glances.
"Zhao Yiyi, would you like to shut up, or would you like me to rip that mouth of yours?"
Ye Zhichen glared at Zhao Yiyi with a sinister look, rolling up her sleeves without a word, ready to rush at her, only to be held back by Su Ran.
"Xiao Ran..."
She could hardly stand it any longer. If she didn't let that woman learn why flowers are so red today, she wouldn't bear the surname Ye.
"Let her talk."
Su Ran stood there with an air of nonchalant grace, her red lips slightly curved in a smile, yet it didn't reach her eyes, which swirled with a strange, chilling light.
With a satisfied smile on her face, Su Xinyan said softly,