Just now, in the dressing room, Song Yajing did not say much, but she expressed her words clearly. She said, "Mrs. Zhou, Shaoming is already all grown up and knows what he wants. Ning Qing is his wife, and nobody can change that, including me. Zhilei, you're not young anymore. You should get married."
Asking her to get married?
She couldn't accept it; she had waited for Lu Shaoming all these years and had wasted all her beautiful youth.
Besides, she had loved such an excellent and mature man like Lu Shaoming. Who else in the world could measure up to his standard?
She thought with great resentment as a figure appeared in her peripheral vision. She looked up. Upstairs, Song Yingjie leaned against the door and looked at her quietly.
Zhou Zhilei quickly flashed a warm smile and gave him a signal, which meant that everything was going according to plan.
Song Yingjie was silent for a few seconds and nodded his head.
