Xue Lan couldn't recognize the person for a moment, just feeling vaguely familiar.
The noble aura emanating from her was not created by the privately customized clothing on her body and the priceless jewelry on her neck, but the natural temperament and aura cultivated from her growth environment since childhood.
Strangely, she felt a little intimidated when she looked into this woman's aggressive eyes.
Especially, standing behind this woman were two black-clothed bodyguards, who further intensified the fierce atmosphere around her.
Xue Lan looked at Chu Peixian, subconsciously shrinking her neck, but on seeing the many gazes around her watching the show, she straightened up and shouted angrily,
"Who are you, and why did you hit me?"
"Why? Because I'm her mom, and because you just cursed my daughter with your foul mouth!"
The person who came was Chu Peixian. Each of her resounding words smashed down on Xue Lan's head, leaving her stunned once again.
