"Ai Lun! Shut up!"
Ai Muran was about to go crazy.
Listening to the sisters bickering, Zhan Se didn't interject. She just found it somewhat amusing. Ai Lun, this girl, definitely had the talent to infuriate people to death. No matter how ladylike her attire, she could still grab hold of the provocative main theme and not let go.
"Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished guests—"
Soon, the banquet began.
The host from the City TV station was beautiful, poised, and proper, with her standard Mandarin fluttering in the hall. As her eloquent welcoming speech unfolded, the evening's planned rhythm gradually began. But it was at this moment that a little mishap occurred without warning.
As Zhan Se turned her attention to the stage, a waiter carrying a tray came over to add to the table's offerings. It was unclear if she was simply careless, or if she tripped on something, but the glasses filled with freshly squeezed juice from the tray tilted toward Zhan Se.
Ah!
