Ran Meiyu's heart fluttered like a frightened deer, her cheeks flushed red. Ran Yan rose slowly from her seat, expressionless, her eyes downcast, waiting for Ran Pingyu to speak.
"Please, take a seat," Ran Pingyu said, then turned to Xiao Song and added, "It is already noon, might Assistant Minister Xiao do us the honor of joining the Ran residence for lunch?"
Xiao Song's gaze lightly swept over Ran Yan, and with a smile, he replied, "Then I shall impose on your hospitality."
Ran Pingyu was secretly surprised. He wasn't very familiar with Xiao Song, but he had heard that Xiao Song generally didn't accept meal invitations at someone's home. Yet today, he had so readily agreed... Ran Pingyu glanced at Ran Yan, who sat still as a statue, then at Ran Meiyu, whose eyes sparkled and cheeks were tinged like peach blossoms. He thought to himself that indeed, Ran Meiyu looked more captivating. But Chang'an City was in no shortage of stunning and charismatic women.
