Distressed and Lonely Flower?
Ran Xueyi raised her hand and patted her chest. Ah, it's really hard to have a handsome husband. Even she, the wife of that guy, couldn't help but want to scream like a crazed fan and ask him to marry her.
Oops, that's right. She's already married to him.
Ran Xueyi embarrassedly looked away from his deep gaze and looked around as though she didn't intentionally stare at him. The people around Song Yu Hna weren't many. There were only eight other people and it looks like they weren't complete yet seeing how there are empty chairs.
She recognized the old man as the Old Patriarch Song. She met him several years ago when she first attended his birthday with her grandfather. The old man looked the same as the first time she met him, perhaps just a little bit older now. However, the distinct and particular aura of an elder you cannot afford to offend was still there.