I withdrew my hand coldly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with her touch.
Although we used to tell each other everything when we were kids, that's long passed, and now she is the daughter of my enemy.
After sitting down, my gaze fell on Shen Hetai as the waiter began to serve the dishes.
Shen Yurou pouted, clearly unhappy, "Isn't today a family gathering? Sister, why did you invite this outsider?"
"Having such an immodest woman sit here simply dirties our ground."
"Yurou, shut up!" Shen Weiwei scolded, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I believe Huanhuan is not such a person, there must be some misunderstanding."
"What misunderstanding can there be, she's already become an old man's goddaughter," Shen Yurou muttered under her breath while glaring at me.
She was relatively obedient to her sister Shen Weiwei.
Shen Weiwei hurriedly tried to appease me, saying that Shen Yurou was still young and her earlier remarks were unintended.
