Le Yao was not interested in Han Guosheng's banquet, but someone insisted that she attend.
"Han Binglan, this is an invitation for you." Han Xueqian stopped Le Yao in the small courtyard with a smug expression. "Remember to wear something beautiful at the Earl Hotel tonight."
"I'm not interested." Le Yao didn't even look at the invitation. "I have nothing to do with the Han family at all. Don't come and make your presence known in the future."
"Is that for you to decide?" Han Xueqian wasn't angry at all. Instead, she was quite smug. "You're daddy's biological daughter after all." She paused for a moment. "Sigh, what a pity. Daddy doesn't acknowledge you. How pitiful."
Le Yao: "…"
Which eye of hers saw that she was pitiful?
"Now, the shares of the company that your damn Mom left behind are ours. You… Ah, let go!" Han Xueqian's expression suddenly changed as she tore at Le Yao's hand.