Hen Wenjuan's face turned red with anger, her hand tightly clutching the edge of the table. Her deliberately done manicure scratched across the soft tablecloth, making a rustling sound.
"An Lan, today it was said we could bring family members. I thought that since you and Director Huo are so close, you would definitely bring him along. But unexpectedly..."
Though she didn't finish her sentence, everyone understood what she meant. An Lan lightly lifted her eyelids, looking at Hen Wenjuan with a mocking smile.
"Well, I see you didn't bring your husband and son either. What a pity. I missed your wedding and your son's first-month celebration over the years and still haven't seen your husband and son."
Hen Wenjuan clenched her teeth and forced a couple of dry laughs, "They're busy."
