Meng Ling held her mother's arm on one side. She surveyed the surroundings with a bored look on her face.
Earlier that evening, Yao Ran had practically kicked up a fuss, insisting that they come to the Chunlai Hotel's restaurant for dinner. Madam Meng eventually agreed and told her subordinates to arrange for a private room.
And so, they dressed up and came to the hotel with much ceremony.
Qin Man glanced at the limping Yao Ran and couldn't help curling her lips in disdain. If she had her way, she would have liked for the girl to stay as far away as possible, but Yao Ran was still her daughter, after all.
It wasn't until they had come to a stop in the middle of the reception area that she caught notice of a familiar face.
'Isn't this Yao Tang?'
