Qiu Yanran has always had smooth sailing, so how could she withstand such looks from everyone? Her little face turned bright red, and she was about to start cursing.
Suddenly, Meng Po turned his head and glanced at her. Qiu Yanran felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her, chilling her to the bone, and her entire body froze.
"Godfather..." Qiu Qingran looked at Meng Po with worry, softly calling out.
Meng Po collected his thoughts and looked at Qiu Qingran, his gaze softening.
"Ranran, take care of Yanran."
With that, Meng Po turned his head again, focusing his gaze back on An Yiqing.
"Miss An truly lives up to being Xuanjin's number one lady. Few can match this cultivation power of clever speech. However, I just wonder if Miss An's skill in stone gambling is as impressive as her eloquence."
