Before Yan Xinxin could respond, Ye Lirong immediately leaned in eagerly to press further.
Her attitude had already changed from just a moment ago.
"Hmph! Mom, stop joking. How could Young Master Mo possibly marry her?"
Yan Zhirou sneered sarcastically, though jealousy was already consuming her from within.
Yan Xinxin lifted her clear eyes, her gaze calm yet sharp.
"If Mo Chuxi wouldn't marry me, there's no way he would marry you. If he could choose you, you'd already be my sister!"
"You…"
"Dad, let's go! Let's not keep Xi and the others waiting too long."
Yan Xinxin ignored Yan Zhirou and reached out to take Yang Guoping's arm.
"Ah."
Yang Guoping responded.
In truth, he was feeling a bit uneasy. Between his two daughters, he had to admit that Yan Xinxin was indeed the more outstanding one. She was gentle, virtuous, sensible, and beautiful—a girl who was impossible not to like.
