Nian Qingshan was vexed. No wonder Nian Qingyun had always wanted to find a way to stuff Nian Junting back into her womb. She had her reasons.
…
At 9:00 p.m., Nian Junting left the gala and got back into his Maybach.
Lu Kang asked, "Mr. Nian, how did tonight go?"
"Initially my mother had already taken a liking to me, but Nian Qingyun got in the way of things." Nian Junting sighed deeply.
Lu Kang, "…".
Lu Kang scoffed to himself. Calling her your 'mother', Mo Jin might just slap you if she heard.
Ten minutes later, Lu Kang said, "Mr. Nian, we're being followed by a car."
"Since the gala?"
'Yes." Lu Kang nodded. "At the traffic light just now, I took a look in the rearview mirror. It's a black Benz. It might be Mo Jin's car."
Nian Junting sighed to himself, "Drive to the front. I think there's a fruit store ahead. Make a stop there."
"You're buying fruit?"
