While speaking, her greedy gaze lingered on the exquisite arrangent inside the ’Champs Elysees’. Deep down, resentnt filled her with unfairness. Why, why should this be? Both daughters of the An Family, why does Lin Annan have the ’Champs Elysees’, and she can’t even spend a little money to do as she pleases? Just because she doesn’t have her own savings, everything has to go through the family, through that woman who gave her life but doesn’t dare to reveal her identity. What foster daughter, what adopted child of the An Family? In the end, she is the true eldest Miss of the An Family. What is Lin Annan supposed to be, what kind of imposter?
The snarling in her heart made An Yuya’s arrogant smile gradually untenable, and the deliberate indifference from the reception staff made her even more furious. After all, she is the public-facing eldest Miss of the An Family. How dare these lowlifes ignore her, turn a blind eye to her?
Just as An Yuya’s maintained elegance was about to crumble, Xi Xilan, who had been quietly standing by her side, gently placed one soft hand on her shoulder, acting gracefully, unhurriedly: "Yuya, don’t be impulsive."
"Mom, look at them."
Xi Xilan’s indifferent voice finally garnered a bit of attention from the staff: "Miss Xi, Miss An, Mr. Luo has already instructed, please, this way."
An Yuya’s angry gaze imdiately swept across, but the other party was completely unmoved.
Under the service staff’s graceful smile, there was plenty of disdainful sentint. Indeed, before they arrived, Mr. Luo had already given instructions—to treat them well and directly show them in. Otherwise, there’s no concern. That’s why they dared to be so bold. In the service industry, the foremost professional ethic is the custor is supre, especially in the ’Champs Elysees’. In all of B City, it is renowned for its top-notch service, and the guest is king, which is the creed here.
No matter what unpleasant words An Yuya said, the service attendant at the front remained silent, rely walking calmly down the finely decorated long corridor, through a section of an area with no people, the corner of the mouth always maintaining a cold, floating curve. Upon arriving at the white jade stone door bridge, she reached out with slender and soft hands and gently knocked on the door twice, continuing in an unruffled elegant tone: "Miss Xi, Miss An, we have arrived, please co in."
Just looking at the exterior of the private room was enough to shock one’s heart, making it easy to imagine the arrangent inside.
Even Xi Xilan, having seen much of the world, couldn’t conceal the shock in her eyes, but her aura was still able to hold down the scene. As for An Yuya beside her, she could no longer maintain the greed in her eyes, letting it leak completely.
Afterward, she unabashedly voiced her internal dissatisfaction to the person beside her: "Mom, why can Lin Annan have so much when she too is a daughter of the An Family?"
In An Yuya’s mind, everything Lin Annan owns is because of the An Family; it’s taken from the An Family. Only Xi Xilan knows deep down, this is not the case. It’s sothing Lin Annan, who was rely eighteen at that ti, gradually built up piece by piece. Because after that man left back then, what he left behind, she knew very well, even if there was anything, it was probably left by the Lin Family. Thinking of this, her hatred once again crossed her eyes—a thousand calculations could not predict this happening, she thought the Lin Family had been wiped clean.
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