"Hm?" Bai Lu was about to introduce A Miao to her friends when she spotted Shen Xinglan. "Oh dear, it's President Shen. A Miao, do you want to..."

"There's no need." A Miao looked away and missed the sight of Shen Xinglan pushing the woman beside him away with a disgusted expression.

None of the notable young ladies present at the gala were simple characters. They could determine A Miao's identity from this exchange alone.

"Is this the future young madam of the Ji ...