It was rare for Luo Feiran to personally mock her. It seemed like she was very happy to have discovered her secret.
Luo Qianqian continued, "Sister, we're all going to attend the Milan dinner party. The person staying behind is so pitiful."
The two of them taunted her.
Luo Yinan slowly pulled out a chair and Auntie Wang served her lunch. She ignored the two sisters.
Unwilling to give up, Luo Qianqian leaned over and said, "Luo Yinan, you must be jealous of us. Otherwise, why aren't you saying anything?"
She still wasn't satisfied with that indecipherable expression, so she decided to be direct.
Luo Yinan felt that she couldn't control her temper ever since she got pregnant, and found them annoying. "You guys really want to go to that Milan dinner party, but I don't think it's anything."
Luo Qianqian giggled and said, "I knew you were jealous."
Luo Feiran also smiled.
Luo Qianqian acted like she was enlightened. "You definitely don't know what the Milan dinner party is. That's right. You've been living at the bottom since young; you're nothing like socialites like us. This Milan dinner party was organized by Mary, France's fashion leader. The people attending this banquet are all from the top families in Feng City. Some people will never meet these sorts of people in their lifetimes."
Luo Yinan sneered coldly at Luo Qianqian's flaunting. "That's right. Compared with people whose photos are all over the place, I am indeed nothing."
Luo Qianqian's face turned white. Recently, everyone had avoided bringing up this matter in front of her. She didn't expect Luo Yinan to actually be so daring!
"Luo Yinan, you b*tch."
Luo Qianqian yelled and was about to slap her face.
Luo Yinan caught her wrist with one hand. Although she was sitting down, her aura was even stronger than Luo Qianqian's. "It seems the lesson from last time wasn't enough."
Luo Qianqian's face turned even whiter. The fear she felt last time surged up, and she shook slightly.
Luo Feiran suddenly said, "Alright, we should go."
Only then did Luo Qianqian struggle out of Luo Yinan's grasp and stagger backward.
Luo Feiran got up and returned to her room to change clothes. She looked at the gown in the box. The moonlight silk was very eye-catching. Every single strand emitted a faint luster.
She changed into the gown and walked out of her room. Luo Qianqian looked at her in amazement. There was even a trace of envy in her eyes. She said, "Sister, why haven't I seen this gown before?"
Luo Feiran glanced at Luo Yinan and said, "Someone gave this to me."
After they left, Auntie Wang came over and said, "Young Miss, that dinner party or whatever is nothing. You will go to even better dinner parties in the future."
Luo Yinan wanted to laugh at Auntie Wang's comforting words. She held back and then whispered the truth into her ear.
Just a moment ago, Auntie Wang had acted as if this dinner party wasn't worth mentioning. When she heard that Luo Yinan was the special guest at this party, she immediately changed her tune. "Then why don't you hurry up and get ready? Hurry, we're going to beat them all down later."
Luo Yinan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Auntie Wang, who instantly craved victory. She could only play along, and went upstairs.
Mary had brought along the gown Luo Yinan would be wearing. This was the last dress she had designed for Milan's Starry Fate collection. She picked it up and looked at it. She didn't change into it immediately. Instead, she took out her phone to check the documents Uncle Lin had sent her that morning.
There was no new progress with the underground gang yet, but there were some clues regarding the silver badge. It was related to an inconspicuous family in Feng City, the Zhao family. When she saw that the badge which represented the Zhao family's identity was identical to the one they had previously obtained, Luo Yinan's expression turned cold.
What did this Zhao family have to do with her mother's death?
The Zhao family…