Watching the gazes of those present converging on herself, Su Ran sat there with an air of serene composure.
She slightly raised an eyebrow, a trace of an enigmatic smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Was there something here that involved her?
Yet, to the others, her demeanor inexplicably sent a chill through their hearts.
Tan Lirong had initially thought she would be waiting for Su Zhongyuan's response, but was caught off guard when Su Ran was suddenly brought up, leaving her at a loss for words.
She opened her mouth, and it took a long time before she could stammer out a few words.
"Still... no arrangements..."
Su Zhongyuan's sharp eyes fell on Tan Lirong as if trying to see right through her.
"No arrangements? I've said before that I wanted to prepare a dowry for Xiao Ran just like Xinyan's, and now you're telling me there are no arrangements?"
Su Zhongyuan's brow furrowed tighter, and he placed the glass water cup heavily on the coffee table with a "smack."
