Miss Ning hummed dismissively, not wanting to argue with the old witch. Her gaze shifted and fell upon Bai Ran, who was on the periphery of the crowd. Her lips curled slightly, and she tightly clung to the arm of the man beside her, proclaiming her ownership.
Bai Ran's eyes flickered, and she pretended to look down casually, adjusting her hair at her temples. She put on a gentle and warm smile again, and stepped forward.
She heard Yun Shen's deep and magnetic voice asking, "May I know who this gentleman is...?"
Her heart instinctively tightened.
The woman's charming and melodious voice was like a knife that killed without shedding blood, stabbing fiercely into her chest. Each step she took toward him was like walking on sharp blades. Fine beads of blood oozed from her forehead, but she still smiled elegantly, without fault.
"He's my little boyfriend," she offered, unwilling to say more.
Little boyfriend...
