Ning Wan didn't notice Xi Mohan catching up from behind. Her goal was very clear; she wanted to make this child the center of attention.
The people on the dance floor stopped dancing abruptly when they saw someone suddenly rush in, and all eyes fell on Ning Wan.
Ning Wan stayed focused, even as whispers began around her, she acted as if she hadn't heard or noticed anything.
"Ning Wan, what are you trying to do? Whose child is this?" Xi Mohan, having caught up with Ning Wan, grabbed her arm. Looking at the child in her arms, he had an inexplicable premonition.
He sensed that the upcoming events would surely change the atmosphere of Lu Tianming's sixtieth birthday celebration tonight.
Ning Wan had no idea what Xi Mohan was thinking; if she knew, she would have applauded him for being so perceptive.
Ning Wan had already attracted many eyes, and as soon as Xi Mohan appeared, the reporters at the banquet quickly emerged, snapping photos and recording videos.
