Chương 279: He Can't?

They were wondering if the life of a wealthy family was glorious, wondering if they ate salmon and caviar every day. It was a blissful thought.

"Anran, did you and Mo Jinrong do that kind of thing?"

Sun Hui suddenly blurted out. She was really curious about how Mo Jinrong looked old and ugly yesterday, even worse than the butler. Lan Anran was like a fresh flower stuck in cow manure, a beauty paired with a wild beast. She wondered how she could stand him.

Lan Anran's small face flushed, as if she had applied excessive rouge. It went to the tips of her ears and she didn't say anything for a long time.

"Sun Hui, you…"

Zhao Xiaolei blushed when she thought of that. She heard that those kinds of things would make a woman feel ethereal, as though she was stepping on clouds. She didn't know if it was true.

She turned to look at Lan Anran, the flush on her face fading as she spoke slowly.

"No."