"Ning Sheng, you're so heartless. To think we actually provide you with food and clothes. Get lost then. We only ask for you to provide for the family and you refused. Get lost now and don't even come to our funeral when we die!" Wang Gui Lan said, picking up a feather duster to hit Ning Sheng.
Ning Yue sneered and watched from the side.
Ning Sheng didn't say a word and turned to leave.
Beijing.
Lu Chu Yao sat on the sofa. Under the dim light, the yellow light made his sharp face look slightly gentler. His dark and cold eyes were still bottomless.
"Master Yao, I heard you got married?"
"I heard that you've decided to stay in the neighboring city for the sake of the beauty?"
