n had puffed up her trousers with a strange limp. His brows furrowed slightly. 。Jiang Qingran pouted slightly and said coquettishly, "My cooking skills can't compare to a chef's, but it's the thought...Moreover, this is just what they see on the surface. Behind the scenes, who knows what terrible things Feng Mu has been inciting Meng Lan to do!

Especially when it came to A-wei, just as she was about to help Menglan seek justice, Menglan suddenly let out a light chuckle, “What General Feng said is true. How can I compare to A-wei Thank you for the kindness of President He and his wife. Wearing such a priceless dress feels like a burden on me!”

She still smiled gently, breaking the current awkward silence with a few brief words. Without losing her composure, she called over the waiter and went to the dressing room to change out of her dress.

But even as a woman, Xiang Wan could see how strained her smile was, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Meng Lan. Before working together at the Dream Hall, Meng Lan was such an elegant and noble woman in her memory. She couldn't understand what kind of leverage Feng Mu had that made her willingly be tormented by him like this

"You'd better rein it in!" He Hanchuan lightly tapped the table, his tone cold as he warned Feng Mu. After all, Menglan had voluntarily attached herself to him, so they couldn't do much. "What would you like to eat Just a moment, I'll be right with you..."Aunt Liu turned around, and when she saw He Hanchuan, the smile on her round face froze. She put the broom and dustpan aside. "The...