The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Hearing this, Wen Zhiwei calmly said, “Grandmother, Shuhe only sent me one invitation. I’ll ask her later if I can bring Zhixia along. You know, those missies have been familiar with each other since they were children. The ones invited this time are all acquaintances; I’m afraid…”

Mrs. Wen rested her hand on the table, shook her head after listening, “Never mind then, you go.”

After Wen Zhiwei left.

Wen Zhixia finally relaxed a bit, leaning back and somewhat inelegantly shot a message back to Bai Lian—

[Dangerous? That doesn’t sound like you.]

[Who are you, and get the hell out of the idiot dog’s body!]

The old lady glanced at her and sighed, “Zhixia, you’ve been back for so long, have you thought about making more friends?”

“Grandma, I don’t necessarily have to go to their banquets. I have friends,” Wen Zhixia straightened up, always putting on a good front for her grandmother. She casually waved her phone, “Look, she even invited me to admire the plum blossoms.”

She shook her phone quickly, not giving her grandmother a chance to see the explosive nickname she had saved, or else her grandmother would most likely have her kneel in the ancestral hall.