Ran Yan was momentarily stunned. The person who arrived was clad in black, with hair tied up by a black band, their attire neat and sharp, perfectly accentuating every one of their merits. Ran Yan had never seen Xiao Song like this before, with the night concealing his dazzling radiance, making him now appear mysterious and enchanting.
"It's not me, it's Shilang who's hurt," Ran Yan said.
Xiao Song's furrowed brows relaxed slightly, his gaze sweeping around the room, pausing on his own portrait for a moment before he was about to inquire about Ran Yunsheng's condition, when Liu Qingsong sidled up to him and butted in, "Jiulang, the Princess of Baling has really put a lot of effort into you, huh? Just look at this, tsk tsk, you won't find another wife in this world who would do all this for you."
A chill flashed through Ran Yan's eyes as she coldly dropped a sentence, "Liu Qingsong, you wait for me!"
