Unable to vent the resentment in her heart, she turned around and charged toward Mu Anran.
Just as her palm, eager to slap, was about to reach Mu Anran's face, suddenly a strong hand grasped her wrist.
The force was so great that Bai Fei's hand was frozen mid-air.
Looking up, she saw it was Gu Yichen.
"Auntie, today is the old master's birthday celebration, you wouldn't want to make a scene too ugly, right?" Gu Yichen's voice was gentle and refined, yet carried a compelling pressure that was hard to refuse.
Bai Fei glanced around and noticed indeed there were quite a few people looking in their direction.
She coldly let her hand fall, trying her best to maintain her dignified posture, "Hmph, Yichen, do you think today's events haven't been ugly enough?"
Mu Anran furrowed her brows, seemingly not understanding why Yu Lingqian's mother, who was meeting her for the first time, had such an aversion to her.
