Before Lan Yingying could finish speaking, her face was slapped.
Water splashed everywhere.
Everyone drew in a sharp breath.
Shocked by Shen Fanxing's sudden appearance, he retracted his glass calmly.
Lan Xianxian was also shocked and quickly went forward to grab her arm. Even though she looked afraid, she still wanted to shield her.
Shen Fanxing's heart softened.
When Grandpa had pushed Lan Xianxian to her side, she had rejected him.
Other than her own matters, she had never had the habit of interfering with others.
Recently, she seemed to have gotten used to it.
Bo Jinchuan, who was walking up slowly, could sense the change in her eyes.
Her lips twitched slightly.
What a sentimental little woman.
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Lan Yingying's face was splashed with water. She wanted to wipe it off, but she didn't dare to do so out of habit. Her makeup was still on, and it would be smudged if she wiped it.
