"This old lady is so old, yet she's still so reckless. The road isn't even narrow, but she still managed to bump into me. It's really puzzling."
Qiao Lin couldn't help but grumble a few complaints.
Qiao Jing glanced in the direction the old lady left, feeling a bit suspicious in his heart.
Qiao Hong patted Qiao Lin's shoulder and said, "Forget it, don't worry about it, as long as no one was hurt. Let's head inside first."
After speaking, she took Qiao Lin by the arm and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall first.
Qiao Jing followed with Zhan Qiaoyu, stepping towards the entrance.
At this moment, in a concealed corner not far away, the old lady who bumped into Qiao Lin was standing in front of Yang Xiaoxiao.
Yang Xiaoxiao suppressed her voice, eagerly asking, "So, did you get it?"
"Got it."
The old lady replied, then took an invitation out from a woven basket.
Looking at the invitation stolen from Qiao Lin, a complacent smile appeared on Yang Xiaoxiao's face.
