"The dishes can be served now," Yun Jianchen said indifferently.
"Yes," the waiter respectfully withdrew.
All the dishes had been pre-ordered, crafted with the finest ingredients by the best chef of the hotel.
Song Huanyan hung her head low. Her complexion was terrible, her mind a bit of a mess...
If Ni Mibei got married to Gong Aozhi, then Huanyan and Gong Ziqian would become relatives.
Close relatives at that.
Absurd.
How could fate torment someone like this?
How many years had she used to forget the past, how many years to barely recover to this current state?
Was it that the heavens could not bear to see her well, seeing as she was now married to a wealthy man, that they had to torment her again?
Did the heavens have a grudge against her?
"Aozhi, where are your parents?" Ni Tian asked.
Ni Tian was an elder and he valued etiquette and protocol.
