"Who's that?"
"What's going on with her?"
"Oh my gosh, is it the Ghost Festival already? Why is there a ghost running around upstairs?"
"Who's that woman? Why is she chasing two little kids?"
The people downstairs all looked up, watching Yan Zhirou chasing Xi and Chun around the circular corridor.
"I recognize that woman. She said she's Young Master Xiao's future wife!"
"No way! Would Old Master Xiao agree to let such a woman in?"
"Tsk! Look at her, does she have any qualifications to be a rich family's wife?"
"Young Master Xiao's taste is really lacking, isn't it?"
"No wonder he can't compare to Young Master Mo. Yan Xinxin is much better, so pretty and capable. No wonder Young Master Mo loves her so much!"
Xiao Yiran stood on the side, listening to the conversation of those noblewomen, he was so angry he almost crushed the wine glass in his hand!
But he didn't have the courage to crush it, fearing the glass shards would cut his hand.
"You little brats! Stop right there!"
