Zhao Yiyi's words were filled with sarcasm, eliciting snickers.
Su Ran glanced at her indifferently and said unhurriedly.
"Got kicked in the head by a donkey?"
"You..."
Zhao Yiyi wished she could tear Su Ran's mouth apart, this woman who never spared others with her words.
"Not a fake? As if it was gifted by the Qin family? Su Ran, don't you realize what you are? Nothing but a fallen household that can't show its face."
A Supreme VIP Invitation?
That was reserved for the top tycoons, and although not all would attend, it was the rule within the circle.
Just Su Ran?
Does she deserve it?
Su Ran slightly raised an eyebrow and with a hook at the corner of her lips, said, "And what about you? What are you? "
"You..."
Meeting Su Ran's gaze, Zhao Yiyi inexplicably felt a chill down her spine.
Just when the atmosphere was at a standstill, a deep voice suddenly came from behind.
"What's going on here?"