On Luo Fan's other side sat that woman called Sinan.
The dining table was very large, laid with exquisite tableware and beautiful platters.
Luo Fan's mother was a well‑maintained middle‑aged noblewoman, with very fair skin. Her brows and eyes somewhat resembled Luo Fan's, but her expression was different, carrying a trace of condescension. Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't tell where that condescension came from—did she really think coming back from overseas made her superior?
Luo Fan's father was very tall, wearing gold‑rimmed glasses, a decent smile on his face. But if you looked closely, there was a faint sense of aloofness.
At this moment, Sinan swept a glance at Luo Fan and suddenly spoke in a coquettish tone, "Brother Luo Fan, didn't you promise to take me out to have fun?"
Luo Fan froze for a second, looked at Sinan, and said with a half‑smile, "I've been very busy lately. But I'll have my secretary take you around."
