After seating on the sofa, Lin Baobao couldn't help but express herself.
"Alright, limit your comments. After all, this is someone else's engagement banquet."
Hearing Lin Baobao's words, An Xiangrong replied in a soft voice.
Lin Baobao adjusted into a more comfortable position, glared at Wen Xin, and spoke irritably, "It's just an engagement, not a wedding. She's already put on the airs of the wife of the Gu family. How laughable."
"Anyway, you won't have any contact with her in the future, why get worked up?"
"She irritates me."
Lin Baobao isn't the type to care about status. For example, she can get along very well with Ouyang Qian, but she just dislikes Wen Xin—mainly because Wen Xin pretends to be something she's not.
"Miss, would you like juice or red wine?"
At this time, a waiter walked over to An Xiangrong. Seeing the tray he carried, An Xiangrong directly said, "Juice, thank you."
