Thereafter, An Zhanglou brought another gift box and put it on An Zhiyan's bed.
"Tonight at 8, I will come and fetch you. At that time, you will wear this gown and come with me to attend Old Mrs. Yan's birthday banquet."
An Zhiyan simply gave a scornful snort. "Why, Chairman An, other people attend banquets with their wives, why are you bringing your daughter instead?"
"You…" An Zhanglou did not expect An Zhiyan to say such things to him on this day. He was stupefied momentarily, at a loss for words.
"Oh!" An Zhiyan raised her chin in a taunting manner. Although she was completely drenched in last night's downpour, her eyes right now were still the same as before, shining brightly like stars. "Is it because this wife of yours is not presentable in public?"
Li Huirong's face instantly turned ashen-white.
"I'll remember this!" Li Huirong said through gritted teeth. After this retort, she left, slamming the door on her way out.