"Miss Ran Shiqi, I would like to speak with you alone for a moment," Xiao Langjun suddenly said.
Ran Yan's eyebrows knitted together, instantly feeling deceived. From the moment they entered the mansion, they had been sitting in the carriage, so it was impossible for them to have seen the plaque on the estate. If this man knew this place was the Ran estate and that she was Miss Ran Shiqi, had he calculated all of this from the beginning? Was the car congestion on the road also part of his planning?
His voice carried a kind of pressure, and the maids in the room fell silent as cicadas in winter. When Shu Niang ordered them to leave, none of them sought Ran Yan's opinion, quietly following Shu Niang out of the room.
A guest had taken complete control of her household, which irritated Ran Yan even more, and her voice grew colder, "First, answer me, was the road congestion deliberate on your part?"
