Zhou Moxing had a precise goal, never intending to leave empty-handed. What he wanted was all of Ning Hanying's future life.
As the guests dispersed, the Ning family's hall was lifelessly quiet.
Mr. Ning looked anxiously at Zhou Moxing. After a long time, he managed to say, "Mr. Zhou, what we agreed upon before wasn't Hanying..."
"I always talked about Miss Ning. It is you who misunderstood my intentions," Zhou Moxing said indifferently, gazing at Ning Hanying sitting not far away in the yard.
She had been sent out and was now sitting alone outside. The barrier of the French windows was thin, and Zhou Moxing's watchful eyes could even see the light falling on Ning Hanying's face, like a layer of gentle veil.
In the light, she really was beautiful.
Zhou Moxing thought to himself.
