Shao Xinxin’s smile became even more radiant, tilting her head to show an innocent look, "Crazy uncle, I heard you were looking for someone to paint, wanting to have a painting done. My paintings are very beautiful; even my teacher praises my talent."

"Sorry, I’ve already found the painter I want." Ou Yangfu immediately rejected her.

No one can compare to little girl’s paintings!

Shao Xinxin smiled and said, "I know, it’s little Ann, right?"

Hearing her mention little girl, Ou Yangfu’s expression softened slightly, "You know Ann?"

Could she be a friend of little girl?

"I know her! I often go to little Ann’s house to play!" Shao Xinxin pointed in a direction, "Little Ann is over there; I’ll go find her to play later."

Ou Yangfu looked at her, "You’re Shao Xinxin?"

He had never heard of the Shao family’s young lady being close with little girl.

He had heard that Shi Yiyin from the Shi family liked little girl a lot, and the news had reached his dad, saying she often urged her father to take her to the Qin family to find little girl.

Ou Yangfu didn’t know where his dad got the information.

"Yep, I’m Shao Xinxin." Shao Xinxin pointed toward her parents’ direction, "My dad and mom are over there."

"Oh." Ou Yangfu was unfamiliar with the Shao family, not having any impression at all.

Shao Xinxin brought the topic back, obediently saying, "Crazy uncle, my paintings are even better than little Ann’s."

Ou Yangfu found this ear-piercing.

This was really hard to listen to!

Even the great painter Zhu Mr. Xiulin couldn’t wait to meet little girl after seeing her painting, which proves that little girl’s paintings are very beautiful!

How could someone be so conceited, thinking her paintings are better than little girl’s?

Ou Yangfu’s previously softened expression turned cold upon hearing Shao Xinxin’s words, "First of all, Ann’s painting is unique in my eyes; no one can compete with it—"

Shao Xinxin was stunned, not expecting to hit a wall with young lord Ou.

Quickly, she reacted, her eyes welling with tears of grievance, "Crazy uncle hasn’t seen my paintings yet; how can you be so sure that mine aren’t as good as little Ann’s?"

"I don’t want to argue with you about this." Ou Yangfu disliked when others looked wronged, as if he had bullied them.

He added, "Secondly, I’m not familiar with you. If you keep being rude, calling me ’crazy uncle,’ don’t blame me for scolding you."

"But, but little Ann calls you that too." Shao Xinxin said, lowering her head and raising her hand to wipe her tears, looking as if she had been greatly wronged.

Ou Yangfu’s expression darkened further, his irritation instantly maxed out, "That’s Ann; only Ann can call me that."

After saying this, he was too lazy to continue talking to this little girl, to avoid being misunderstood as bullying her to tears.

Come on! He hadn’t done anything! And yet this little girl kept calling him ’crazy uncle’!

Shao Xinxin thought he would comfort her upon seeing her cry, but instead, she heard hurried footsteps moving away.

She looked up in shock, only seeing young lord Ou’s back as he walked away, as if shaking off some plague.

Is this person sick? Not even comforting a crying child? Did he cause her to cry?

Shao Xinxin gritted her teeth in anger, not wanting to waste energy pretending to cry anymore, fiercely wiping away her tears.

It’s all Qin Sui’an’s fault! If she hadn’t rushed ahead and caught young lord Ou’s attention, she would have been the one unique in his eyes, unmatched by anyone!

Shao Xinxin turned to search for Qin Sui’an in the banquet, and soon, she spotted her.

Clearly not the protagonist of this banquet, yet she was the most popular and eye-catching person in the crowd.

Shao Xinxin glanced down at her own dress, then at Qin Sui’an’s dazzling gown, and felt like she was just a supporting wild girl.

She clenched her fists, her heavy gaze fixed on the distant Qin Sui’an.

She hadn’t found a good opportunity before, but she believed she would find one this time.

Ou Yangfu didn’t look back, quickly returning to Ye Rongyuan.

Qin Sui’an, the little one, had eaten and drunk enough, following her father around the banquet, while others scattered, but they still focused on the little one.

Ye Rongyuan held a glass of low-alcohol champagne, glancing at Ou Yangfu with a sour expression as he walked over, casually handing him the champagne, "Why so sour? Not satisfied with your appearance after looking in the mirror?"

"Do I need to be dissatisfied with my looks?" The Ou family’s genes were better than average; Ou Yangfu knew he belonged to the handsome category and was confident in his appearance.

Ou Yangfu took the champagne, gulped it down to ease his inner frustration, and then asked, "Have you drunk this?"

"Get lost, I haven’t." A certain manager came over earlier to toast, and Ye Rongyuan hadn’t planned on drinking, so he just held it. He looked at Ou Yangfu’s expression, "Did someone annoy you?"

"There’s a little kid who insisted on coming over to recommend herself, saying her paintings are better than Ann’s." Ou Yangfu suppressed his voice, holding back the urge to say "sick" since she was just a child.

Ye Rongyuan’s face fell immediately, "Who? So arrogant, thinking she can compare to my Ann?"

"The one from the Shao family, named Xinxin."

Ye Rongyuan’s brows furrowed instantly.

That name...

If he remembered correctly, there was a child who had stolen Ann’s necklace named that.

He let out a cold laugh, "Shao Xinxin?"

Ou Yangfu looked at him in confusion, "You know her?"

"Of course, she’s very crafty; she stole our Ann’s necklace and still wouldn’t admit it. In the end, my brother-in-law had to go to her house to get it back." Ye Rongyuan wasn’t clear on all the details but knew that was the general situation.

Ou Yangfu couldn’t hold back a "What the hell," "I thought she was really Ann’s friend! I was nice to her!"

No wonder that little brat’s words were so hard to hear!

Turned out she was a crafty little brat!

Ou Yangfu leaned in close to Ye Rongyuan’s ear, whispering, "You better be careful with this little brat; I have a feeling she’ll pull some tricks."

"Hmm." Ye Rongyuan looked toward the center of the banquet, his gaze landing on Ann, softening slightly.

No one could hurt Ann, and no one could take away what belonged to Ann.

Shi Yiyin arrived late, walking into the banquet hall with her mother, Meng Shujie.

Meng Shujie could barely keep up with her daughter’s pace, "Walk slower, Yiyin."

"Mom, little Ann has been here for a while, and cousin is here too; we’re the last to arrive!" Shi Yiyin pouted, "I only get to see little Ann occasionally."

"Aren’t we here now?" Meng Shujie shook her head helplessly.