When Xie Xiaoxiao said this, it seemed she had completely forgotten that she appeared two years younger than Mu Qingxuan. She held herself with an air of arrogant superiority, utterly indifferent to the perplexed gazes cast her way.
Beside her, Xie Lan clutched her chest, as if she had been offended by her sister's brash and unruly remarks. She took shallow, hurried breaths, seemingly unable to speak, as if choked by sudden indignation.
The air in the banquet hall seemed to congeal.
Chapter 78