Yang Zhilin stood there stubbornly, disregarding the glances her parents threw at her, her eyes fixated on Gu Nuan before shifting to Xiao Jianming seated on a throne. In an instant, her face bloomed like a flower as she smiled.
She took two steps toward Xiao Jianming and said, "The last time I visited uncle's house, I had the pleasure of seeing grandmother but unfortunately didn't get to meet uncle. I've always felt regretful about it."
Suddenly, she had pulled herself into a relationship with Xiao Jianming.
Yang Baixin and Mrs. Yang were both somewhat dumbfounded at this.
Their daughter, had she lost her mind?!
At this critical moment, building sentiments, was it useful?
Gu Nuan couldn't help but want to sigh quietly.
Recalling that time in Lai'an Village when she first saw this young lady causing a sensation among the villagers while seated in a Rolls-Royce, she stood in the crowd watching her, always feeling a vague unease about this young lady.
