Ning Wan did not notice Xi Mohan catching up to her from behind; her goal was very clear—she intended to make this child the center of attention.
The people who were originally dancing in the dance floor couldn't help but abruptly stop their movements when suddenly someone came rushing in, turning all their eyes on Ning Wan.
Ning Wan looked straight ahead, unaffected by the murmurs starting to rise around her, appearing as though she was oblivious to everything and had heard nothing.
"Ning Wan, what exactly are you trying to do? Whose child is this, after all?" Xi Mohan had caught up to Ning Wan, grasping her arm directly, staring at the child she was holding in her arms, a vague premonition stirring in his heart.
This premonition was that the events to follow would drastically alter Lu Tianming's grand sixtieth birthday celebration that evening.
Ning Wan, unaware of Xi Mohan's thoughts, would have certainly applauded him for being extremely clever, had she known.
