"Mrs. Xi is so beautiful."
"Who is that woman daring to stand in front of Mrs. Xi?"
Lin Mengyao's face suddenly dimmed. Although still beautiful, the signs of age at the corners of her eyes couldn't be concealed.
She couldn't compare to the dazzling Lan Xin Ai.
She was utterly defeated.
"That's Lin Mengyao, isn't it?"
"Yes, didn't expect her to come back."
More and more people in the crowd recognized Lin Mengyao, recalling past events. But with Young Master Xi present at the occasion, who would dare bring up those matters?
"Young Master Xi."
At this moment, several men approached, all very handsome and in their early thirties, their gaze falling on Lan Xin Ai: "Mrs. Xi."
"Hello," Lan Xin Ai nodded her head, showing no sign of the embarrassment and discomfort from three years ago.
"May I have a drink with Young Master Xi?"
A man asked, right after which Lan Xin Ai smiled: "Please feel free."
But then she quietly gave Mr. Xi a sharp look.
