"Xiao Ran, are you going?"
Su Ran hooked her lips slightly, fearing it was not up to her to decline.
Given Su Xinyan's tactics and Wen Peipei's extreme partiality, she had a premonition that the upcoming banquet boded ill.
How could that woman pass up any opportunity to showcase herself while simultaneously embarrassing her?
Somehow, anticipation began to stir in Su Ran's heart.
She just wondered if, after the last lesson, Su Xinyan had honed her skills.
"I'll think about it!"
"Alright, we'll go together then. Speaking of which, that woman Su Xinyan still owes me a lesson."
Su Ran let out a light laugh, "Itching for a fight?"
Ye Zhichen laughed along.
"White lotuses, green tea bitches, everyone should be put down."
"I didn't know that about you."
Ye Zhichen had work to do, so the two didn't chat much more and ended the call.
Placing her phone on the table, Su Ran lounged lazily on the sofa.
