Yun Ya appeared calm and composed, walking with poise, truly the epitome of elegance and grace.
Yan Song's gaze pierced through the guests and landed on Zhuang Xiyue. The two exchanged a quick glance, and Yan Song couldn't help but squeeze Yun Ya's hand. Yun Ya turned her head to look at him, "Brother Yan..."
Yan Song curled his lips, "You can't escape now."
Zhuang Xiyue walked over and held Yun Ya's hand, looking her up and down: "This outfit suits you better."
Yun Ya smiled and said, "My previous clothes got stained, thanks to Huahua for lending me hers."
Zhuang Xiyue looked at Yan Hua, who was walking behind, "Thank you."
"No need to be polite, Aunt, Yun Ya and I are friends, it was just a small favor." With that, she walked over to Meng Shujing's side, who glared at her fiercely. Yan Xing sidled up to her, discontented: "Second sister, you're biased; ordinarily, you won't even let me touch it, yet you let her wear it."
