The moment Lan Anran stepped into the house, she saw two men in the dining hall drinking tea with Lan Tingyun.
There were extremely valuable gifts stacked at the door, each one seeming to be very expensive.
Lan Anran immediately guessed that Mo Jinrong was here to ask for her hand.
Seeing the beautiful girl come through the door, Mo San the butler pushed his gold-wire glasses up the bridge of his nose and disbelief flashed past his eyes. The rumours of her unparalleled beauty were indeed true.
As Mo Jinrong's butler, Mo San had naturally seen a fair share of beautiful women, but it was the first time he had seen such youthful beauty.
He smiled.
"It looks like this is the young lady of the Lan Family, Lan Anran."
Lan Anran nodded silently, her gaze falling on the suited man by the side. He wore a white suit, his lips were red, teeth white, and he was staring at her quietly with a pair of black and shiny eyes.
