Nan Zhi stared at Mu Sihan's disappearing figure that seemed to carry anger with him.
Her eyebrows were furrowed together.
What right did he have to be angry at her?
Was it wrong that she didn't want to follow him to a gathering in the middle of the night?
Not to mention, he never gave her a proper identity.
He kept treating her like a mistress that he could just play with at any time.
Nan Zhi exhaled a vexed breath and retracted her gaze before she turned and walked back into the ward.
…
In a luxurious VIP private room at a well-known high-class clubhouse in Ning City.
A handsome young man with short gray hair and blue diamond studs on his ears sat on the sofa with one of his legs up.
"Is Fourth Brother really bringing my goddess over?"
