8 p.m.
Yin Zhao was somewhat anxious.
The banquet was about to start, but Su Ruanruan had not yet arrived.
He was smitten with her, and everyone in the Yin family knew it.
Just like him, Madame Yin also expressed regret.
She said, "Mingzhu is too dazzling; Miss Su probably fears being overshadowed and dares not to come."
Yin Mingzhu smiled faintly.
She demurely rebutted, "Aunt Qin, those words are unkind! They make it sound like I'm deliberately targeting Miss Su."
Their voices were not low.
The ladies in the banquet hall heard everything.
Sun Jingan and his wife, who had just arrived, also heard everything.
Mrs. Sun frowned.
She whispered to her husband, "Mingzhu's comment is frivolous."
Sun Jingan used to admire Yin Mingzhu, but at this moment, he couldn't help feeling disappointed.
Yin Mingzhu had lost her composure!
He asked his wife, "Does Ruanruan truly not dare to come?"
Mrs. Sun gave him a glance.
Her gaze was enchanting and seductive.
