If Ruan Lan were here, she would have instantly recognized the owner of those eyes—it was none other than Wan Meirong, the plump woman she had forced to kneel and apologize.
"Ms. Wan, he's with that woman, Ruan Lan," the bodyguard said, pointing at Hu Yanjie.
"And where is she?"
Wan Meirong clenched her teeth. "She made me lose all face last time. This time—I'll make sure they get what they deserve!"
After kneeling last time, she had gone home and cried to her husband, begging him to pull some strings to get her revenge. But to her surprise, her usually obedient husband had refused. The reason he gave was that the Sea Temple Festival, a grand event, was approaching, and they couldn't afford any complications. Especially since the Wan Family had been the victors of the last festival, they couldn't allow anything to go wrong at such a critical juncture.
As a result, Wan Meirong hadn't slept a wink in days.
