On the one hand, he was filled with excitement and joy about marrying Yang Anna. After all, a woman who had waited for him for thirty-five years was worth treasuring. On the other hand, Nie Zhenbang was also a touch disheartened because on the ninth floor of the Dynasty Club, there were two women silently watching everything unfold.
"Wan..."
The Dynasty Club ninth floor
Still in the golden and profoundly luxurious giant suite. The room was very warm, but at this moment, it seemed rather dark with very little light. On both sides of the living room, only two sleeping lamps were lit. In front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a slender silhouette, her back to the living room, gazing at the neon lights of the city outside the window. Her gaze seemed to pass through the entire city, landing in the courtyard of a low, flat-roofed house.
At this moment, the beautiful shadow standing by the window was Dong Wan. Behind her, Li Lixue had just started speaking.
