"Lin, why hasn't he come in yet? Could it be that he can't get in?"
At this moment, Hai Zhilan has been thinking about Lin Zifeng ever since she entered the banquet. She wonders if he has come in or not.
Just now, she personally presented a gift to her brother, only to be coldly snubbed by him, Hai Wuyan. If it weren't for her sister, Hai Lanxin, smoothing things over, she would likely have lost face.
"Zhilan, what are you doing here? Are you waiting for someone?" At this moment, a young and beautiful woman in a light blue evening dress walked out step by step from the banquet hall.
Seeing Hai Zhilan's anxious expression, she feels worried. After all, Hai Wuyan embarrassed him again just now, and he's her only brother, especially with their mother passing away early, forcing Hai Lanxin to play both sister and mother.
"Sister, I'm—I'm fine." Upon hearing the familiar voice, Hai Zhilan quickly turned around.
