Miss Tang isn't at the mansion painting or practicing calligraphy, and yet she's also out shopping with us? Miss Tang, don't you always say that this is a boring waste of time?" An Yueyue, having inherited eight-tenths of An Yixiang's aura, still clearly seemed quite naive compared to An Yixiang's easy composure.
With a slight hook of her lips, Tang Ruyan did not retort. Instead, she gave her a look so light it was almost imperceptible.
And it was this look that made An Yueyue feel ignored—this woman was putting on airs again!
"You!"
"Yuer!" Before An Yueyue could get riled up, Zhao Hongsheng cast a stern glance at her and said, "Didn't you want to see the Fragrant Full Building after its reopening? Since we're here to have fun, why aren't you happy now?"
"Your Highness! Clearly, she was the one looking down on me first, so why are you turning it around on me?" An Yueyue pouted, adopting an injured and wronged expression.
