Yan Luoxi couldn't avoid Han Zhenzhen; she had just taken two steps when Han Zhenzhen called her from behind, "Sister Yan, please wait!"
Yan Luoxi rolled her eyes, truly like a stubborn adhesive that couldn't be shaken off. She quickened her pace, and the voice behind her grew a few decibels louder, "Sister Yan, why are you avoiding me?"
Her voice was loud, causing the surrounding guests to turn their heads.
Yan Luoxi, as the hostess of the party, couldn't leave room for gossip and give others an opportunity to ridicule her. She gritted her teeth and stopped, turning to face Han Zhenzhen as she jogged over, "Miss Han, is there something you need?"
Han Zhenzhen approached her, intimately linking her arm with Yan's, "Oh, Sister Yan, this is so distant. Last time, when I was recovering from an injury, I stayed at your house, and you were so hospitable. How come you're so cold to me now?"
