Song Zhan's excitement and current thoughts were unknown to everyone's concern. And at this moment, Ran Xueyi, who had no idea what was going on inside her little child's head, was observing the party from the corner where she was standing inconspicuously.
Although she thought that the place where she stood wasn't that eye-catching and a pillar blocked her figure, the people who had seen her walk there still couldn't help but glance her way, wondering where they had seen such a beautiful face.
Standing in a corner while holding the stem of the champagne glass, Ran Xueyi saw Jian Yiling standing at a round table where three other men surrounded it. They seemed to be communicating with each other amiably, but the cold and treacherous glint in the four people's eyes gleamed.
At one glance, one could already tell that these men, including Jian Yiling being the only woman in the group, were no ordinary people.
