Chenxi's words not only failed to reassure Mrs. Jiang but, instead, made her even more worried. Could it really be as she feared? She glanced at her husband, who remained oblivious, and remembered how her son had been gazing at Pei Yinong nonchalantly, sending shivers down her spine.
The banquet progressed smoothly, but halfway through, a small incident occurred.
Anan remained asleep even as the banquet started. Fu Hengyi brought in Anan's folding crib and placed it next to Shen Qinglan's seat, allowing Anan to sleep more comfortably and Shen Qinglan to relax a bit.
Shen Qinglan had been busy all day and hadn't eaten much. Seeing Anan sleeping soundly, she decided to quickly eat some food before Anan woke up.
While she was eating, a little girl came over and tugged at Shen Qinglan's clothes. Shen Qinglan turned her head and saw a little girl in a princess dress looking at her.
"What's wrong, little girl?"
