An Lan stood with her arms crossed, watching the fun from the side.
In the crowd, a cute girl shouted upwards, "Sister Chuchu, Sister Chuchu, I'm Tian Xia, I'm over here!"
An Lan looked at the scene and couldn't help but laugh.
The flower ball had already been predetermined, yet this group of people was still waiting here foolishly.
Xu Qiaoqiao stood on the high platform, with many people below. She quietly turned around, searching for Tian Xia in the crowd.
Unexpectedly, when she turned her head, she saw a woman in a white trench coat standing there arrogantly.
The woman, with her head slightly raised, seemed to never bow down.
The aura of pride seemed excessive on others, but on her, it was just right.
However, it was this very air about her that set her apart from the others, as if no one wanted to get close to her, and she didn't want to get close either.
But for some reason, Xu Qiaoqiao felt an inexplicable liking towards her.
