"Okay, Dad." Han Ziyan was unwilling, but what other choice did she even have? Han Ruochen, that bitch, had spoken to their father. And if she refused to follow the command of their father, it would only make him even more unhappy with her. However, as she turned to look down at the vegetables, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. What was she going to do now? The birthday party was just around the corner, and she had no money to buy herself a dress or a decent gift. If she failed in impressing the socialite, then she could forget about getting close to her.
