"Sister Peilan..." Mo Pianpian hurriedly stood up to chase her, but Shangguan Qing pulled her back and whispered, "Forget it, you know her temperament, who's gonna let her suffer a loss?"
Mo Pianpian thought for a moment. Indeed, with Sister Peilan's personality, others would be grateful just not to be taken advantage of by her.
A quick flash of cold laughter crossed Miss Zhao's lowered eyes.
Yun Ya watched Yi Peilan's retreating figure, his glance caught Miss Zhao, and he curled his lips.
Yi Peilan wore a purple dress, elegant yet not losing its nobility. The pride between her brows made her seem like a princess above all, stepping into the banquet hall in silver high heels, her aura capturing all eyes.
Instantly, she drew the attention of most people at the banquet.
Yi Peilan is now the most sought-after socialite in the Capital City; even the Miss Yan is low-key compared to her. Aside from Miss Yan, it's Yi Peilan. If only one could connect the Yi Family through marriage...
