"Could the girl by Young Master Yu's side be the number one socialite of Beijing?"
"Her demeanor isn't bad, but I have seen Miss Su, and she definitely doesn't look like this."
"Right, right, right, I remember now. Look, the real number one socialite, Su Qiao, is by the side of Third Master Yu and his wife."
"Ah? Then who is that girl with Young Master Yu?"
"Damn, this Young Master Yu really has his dad's style, daring to disrespect Su Qiao like this, directly bringing another woman to the birthday banquet."
"Let's just sit back and watch the show!"
…
Some of the chit-chat also reached Mu Anran's ears, and she took a deep breath.
Just as she was about to reach out and hook her arm through Yu Lingqian's, he took the initiative and grabbed her hand first.
Mu Anran was startled for a moment, and as she turned around in surprise, she met his deep, dark eyes.
In Yu Lingqian's eyes, there was nothing but indulgence and tenderness: "Come with me to meet the old man, okay?"
