"Like mother, like son."
Mu Anran stood there, despite the stain on her chest, her elegance undiminished, "Why I am here is a question you should ask your fiancée, not me."
Nie Xiaoxun sneered arrogantly, crossing her arms, "Exactly, if it weren't for Yang Yiyi's incessant begging, why would we even show up here and be disgusted by you?"
"Yiyi?" Qin Zheng turned back in surprise.
Yang Yiyi walked over with a gentle and appropriate smile, "Anran, I know we had many misunderstandings before. But now, I am engaged to Qin Zheng. The reason I invited you here is to let everyone present be a witness."
With that, she turned her head and nodded towards Mu Xue.
Mu Xue quickly approached with two glasses of red wine, handing one to Yang Yiyi and offering the other to Mu Anran.
