Yuan Qiran's mouth was so tight with anger that his palm gripped slightly harder, causing Huayin, who was being held by the arm, to look at Yuan Qiran's face with some fear. She didn't dare make another sound and quietly endured the pain on her arm.
Yuan Qiran's heart was churning with rage, mixed with some complex emotions.
If he were still the president of the Yuan Family, would any lady from who knows where dare speak to him like this? He wouldn't even attend such a second-rate gathering like today's.
Wen Yan and the others watched everything unfolding at the venue and happily downed another glass of wine.
Right after, Wen Yan felt her cellphone vibrate in her handbag.
After taking out her phone, she discovered that Su Li, who had vanished for three long years, had replied to her message.
"I'm back."
It was indeed Huayin's usual style.
