Jiang Chenyue herself liked Rong Yan and Little Baby, and upon beginning to suspect Rong Yan's background, her gaze couldn't help but show a bit more pity, making their conversation surprisingly lively with plenty of topics to discuss.
However, there's always someone tactless who loves to spoil the mood.
"Hey, isn't that what's-her-name?"
A domineering voice abruptly intervened.
Jiang Chenyue seldom gets interrupted when she speaks; she and Rong Yan were chatting happily when suddenly someone rudely cut in, and her brows furrowed as she looked toward the woman by the corridor.
Clad in a bright crimson dress, she looked fine, but the frivolous air beneath her eyes betrayed her class.
Two lackeys seemed to follow at her side.
"Miss Yan Hong, do you know the people at this table?"
