An Zi clenched her fist tightly, feeling as if she had been slapped several times, a burning pain on her face.
She turned her head, glanced at the people around her, not hearing what they were saying, but An Zi felt as if they were talking about her.
This made An Zi even more uneasy.
She hung her head down hard.
An Lan, An Lan!!
A fierce expression flashed in her eyes.
Yet she still followed behind Yu Jinghan, and after the guests who came along finished toasting, she walked over to Second Uncle An's side, giving him a sign.
Second Uncle An understood immediately.
He squinted his eyes, looked around at the people, and suddenly stood up, went on the stage, stretched out his hand, and picked up the microphone.
He coughed once, and everyone on both sides of the banquet couldn't help but look at him.
