Ling Yutong couldn't believe her eyes.
That woman was just a substitute. Why was he still hugging her? Didn't he see her?
Besides, Ji Shiting had always been aloof. When had he ever been so intimate with her in front of others? Even on the day of their engagement, he had only hugged her shoulders.
Ling Yutong's heart was in turmoil, and she almost lost her composure. She didn't even notice the socialite talking to her.
Fortunately, Jiang Lan noticed that something was wrong with her, so she tugged at her and said to the socialite, "My daughter didn't sleep well yesterday, so she's a bit tired. She didn't mean to ignore you."
"It's alright." The socialite didn't mind. "I'm just being noisy. Please come in, Ms. Jun."
Jiang Lan didn't explain why Ling Yutong's surname wasn't Jun. She smiled and held her daughter's hand as they walked in.
