"Chuan, you don't have time to accept my invitation, but you have time to be on a date with a beautiful woman here? You're breaking my heart!"
For a beautiful woman in her thirties to say something so full of mock complaint immediately set the Yan siblings' and Tian Yu's gossipy sides ablaze. Their probing gazes wandered unabashedly between Wang Chuan and the woman's faces.
"Ahem, Yanran, don't stir up trouble with your nonsense!"
Wang Chuan, who had nearly choked on his wine, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin. He pointed to Yan Feifan beside him and said, "This is my new disciple, Yan Feifan. As well-informed as you are, I find it hard to believe you don't already know."
Wang Chuan then pointed to Yan Ziruo, sitting opposite them. "Feifan's older sister, Yan Ziruo."
"And this is Feifan's little sister, Tian Yu!"
The beautiful woman called Yanran didn't wait for Wang Chuan to introduce her. She enthusiastically extended a slender hand toward Yan Feifan.
