The flood of resentment that filled her moments ago vanished instantly, and thinking back on what had just happened, Sun Xuehui was somewhat worried.
"Jiajia, what happened just now? Did you say something you shouldn't have?" From afar, she had noticed that the man seemed quite displeased; could her daughter have offended him?
An Sijia ignored her mother, staring grimly at the entrance of the wine party.
Seeing her daughter fixated on the entrance, Sun Xuehui followed her gaze. With just one look, she thought she was seeing things, rubbed her eyes, and widened them in disbelief.
"How is that little vixen here? What right does she have to be here?"
At the entrance, An Ran stood amidst the crowd like a star, with the man her daughter had failed to cozy up to now fawningly smiling and chatting with An Ran. Meanwhile, An Ran remained aloof, not even sparing him a glance, yet the man seemed unfazed.
