Lin Guanguan casually brushed her face, indifferent, and smiled lightly, "There's no way around it. If you want to live in luxury, how can you not endure such a little grievance?"
Mu Anran furrowed her brows, suddenly feeling that the woman before her was somewhat unfamiliar.
She walked over and stood beside Lin Guanguan.
Perhaps it was because she had a few sips of liquor and felt slightly tipsy, or maybe it was the warmth of the night breeze that made Mu Anran feel at peace.
Looking down and smiling lightly, she said, "I think you should find a better excuse. After all, my brother could have offered you more, yet you chose Muh Ziyang."
A turbulent undercurrent seemed to flow in Lin Guanguan's eyes.
If it were brighter out, Mu Anran would surely see the pallor spreading across her face.
"So now it's my turn to suffer the consequences," Lin Guanguan said calmly and composedly.
