To drive Xu Changyuan away, Li Heng said, "Zhilan, my people don't follow the rules, I will let him get out!"

"Now, it's your turn."

"These two people are not eligible to participate in the Genting Cocktail Party. I hope you will kick them out too!"

Song Zhilan said coldly: "Impossible!"

"I personally invited them. This is their qualification."

The people around Li Heng looked unhappy.

Zhou Ze said loudly: "Sister Lan, if you want to go your own way, don't blame us for being impolite!"

"You are in charge of the Genting Cocktail Party. This is the power given to you by the top ten families."

"You actually invite such a person who is not qualified to attend the reception here?"

"Hmph, if you let the elders know, do you think they will deprive you of your power?"

Song Zhilan's face was cold, Zhou Ze was obviously threatening her.

However, now those people around Li Heng also looked at Song Zhilan with a ugly expression.

Obviously, if Song Zhilan insisted on doing her own way, these people would contact the elders of the family.

To be honest, Song Zhilan is in charge of the Genting Cocktail Party, and many of the top ten families are not reconciled.

It's just that the ten big families were not united in the past.

Moreover, Song Zhilan has always done things safely, no one can do anything to Song Zhilan.

This time, if the top ten families were to hold the handle, then Song Zhilan would be very troublesome.

At this moment, a woman glanced at Lin Mo: "Hey, can you two think about it for Sister Lan?"

"Seeing that Sister Lan is so embarrassed, you two are still here?"

"If you really treat Sister Lan as friends, you two should leave automatically instead of causing trouble to Sister Lan!"

Song Zhilan's expression changed, and she quickly said, "Qianer, don't be rude to Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin."

Xu ** looked embarrassed and whispered: "Lin Mo, shall we go?"

The Qianer nodded in satisfaction: "That's right!"

"People, the most important thing is to have self-knowledge!"

"You are not eligible to participate in the Genting Cocktail Party. What's the point of staying here forcibly?"

"What class you are in, you should contact people of what class."

"Forcibly squeezing into those upper circles will only ask for fun!"

Everyone nodded.

Xu ** complexion flushed, pulling Lin Mo to leave.

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo, who had always been gentle, stopped her gently.

Lin Mo glanced at Li Heng and said softly, "I want to ask, how is it that I am qualified to participate in the Genting Cocktail Party?"

Li Heng sneered: "The specific qualifications are more complicated."

"But I can tell you very responsibly!"

"You two are absolutely not eligible to participate in this cocktail party!"

"Especially you, the little white face who eats soft rice, even standing here is the biggest insult to this cocktail party!"

Lin Mo's face was cold, just about to speak.

At this time, a noisy sound suddenly came upstairs.

Immediately afterwards, an old voice came: "Who insulted this reception?"

Everyone turned their heads to look around, and saw that Mrs. Zhao came out surrounded by a group of people.

Everyone in the top ten families was shocked, and they were all surprised.

This old lady who hasn't been out for several years, why did she suddenly come to this reception?

Li Heng hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Grandma Zhao, when did you come?"

"Why don't you tell me, I will pick you up myself!"

The old lady Zhao ignored Li Heng and walked straight over and said loudly: "I didn't want to come to this reception."

"But, I got the message that my caring daughter is here."

"Although my old lady is very old, she said she has to come and see everything, lest anyone bully my daughter!"

When this remark came out, everyone exclaimed.

Li Heng's eyes widened: "Grandma Zhao, when did you have a daughter?"

"Where is it? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The old lady Zhao walked to Xu ** with a smile, and took Xu **'s hand.

"Everyone, let me introduce to you."

"This is my righteous daughter and my only baby girl, Xu **!" JrNovels.com