An Ran casually picked up a glass of red wine from the table, the crimson liquid gently swaying in her hand, just like the bloodthirsty smile on the corners of the girl's lips.
"Are you joking?" An Ran looked up, her lips still smiling, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
For some reason, when Yin Qianxue saw the other's smile, her heart inexplicably tightened, almost unable to maintain her composure and escape in panic. Her hands couldn't help but clench tighter, her back stiffened to maintain her elegant posture, trying not to appear too embarrassing.
Her small actions did not escape An Ran's eyes, and the curve of her lips grew even wider as she spoke softly, "I wonder if I were to call my elder sister now and tell her I don't like this endorsement, would she take her sister-in-law's words seriously? Oh, by the way, I am not just her sister-in-law now, but also... her younger grandaunt."
