Just then, a hand suddenly reached from behind, pressing down his glass. An Xuan's eyes flickered with confusion as he turned to see his sister stand up abruptly, "Sis, when did you get here?"
Lin Weilian's eyes lit up at the sight of An Lan. When she appeared, she was dressed in a brown dress, with silver stiletto heels, cloaked in a brown trench coat. Her delicate makeup adorned her face, and she wore a hat atop her loose hair.
Her face, under the dim light, carried a mysterious beauty.
Lin Weilian sat up straight, disregarding the little sister chillily in his arms. He smiled slightly at An Lan and took the initiative to pour her a glass of champagne, "Is this the manager's sister? Truly beautiful. Miss An, a toast to you."
An Xuan and Zhang Ya both looked at Lin Weilian as if he were a fool. Didn't he know who An Xuan's sister was? They wondered if Lin Weilian was drunk, his brain seemingly fixated on lust.
