"Well, whatever. Let's see what happens."
When Yao Ran heard that someone was carrying a weapon, she immediately rose on her tiptoes and swept a gaze over the crowd. What she saw next made her heart skip a beat. She felt her knees buckle under her.
A group of thugs had rushed into the venue, and Madam Meng was the one leading them.
Meng Ling stood beside her mother, her sharp eyes scouring the crowd.
As luck would have it, Yao Ran locked gazes with her.
"Mom, I see her! She's over there!"
Madam Meng followed the direction of Meng Ling's finger. Sure enough, she spotted Yao Ran among the guests.
The brat was still holding a glass of wine, standing there in her pretty dress.
Unacceptable!
Madam Meng was so furious that she wanted to rip Yao Ran into shreds with her bare hands.
