The Ning family's family banquet was attended by many people, as always, it was quite a grand affair.
Zhou Moxing was conversing with Miss Ning in the front hall; the young girl was wearing a bright cheongsam, smiling at him, coy and charming, "It is an honor for our family that Mr. Zhou has come to attend my sister's birthday banquet."
Miss Ning's words had an undertone that suggested her real interest lay elsewhere.
Zhou Moxing merely smiled lightly, his features were cool and aloof, indicating a kind of ambition that was hidden beneath his noble disposition, not obvious on the surface.
With bright eyes, Miss Ning couldn't hide her delight at the thought of this man soon becoming her husband.
Meanwhile, Zhou Moxing surveyed the surroundings, his tone casual, without any hint of emotion, "Where is Miss Ning's sister?"
"My sister?" Miss Ning appeared nonchalant, shrugging with a smile, "That girl is wild and crazy, I have no idea where she has run off to."
