Jiang Weiwei felt that the atmosphere at the banquet was somewhat strange.
Especially the way the guests looked at her, some with disdain as if watching a joke.
But Jiang Weiwei thought she must have seen it wrong.
After all, people had just watched the fireworks show and were probably envious of her.
It was the cold wind she had been in for too long that made her mind unclear, causing such an illusion.
Jiang Weiwei tried hard to maintain the radiant smile on her face, facing Jiang Tairan.
But Jiang Tairan's expression was still gloomily sinister, and his voice was icy cold: "Where did you go just now?"
Jiang Weiwei always felt that in Jiang Tairan's uncharacteristically piercing eyes for his age, there was a thick murderous intent.
Yet, she still tried to calm herself down and smiled at Jiang Tairan: "Grandpa, Mr. Feng just invited me to watch the fireworks show, didn't you know?"
