Zhou Moxing looked at the young girl in front of him, whose every word was an accusation, and after a long while, he said indifferently, "Fine."
Ning Hanying's nose tingled and, embarrassingly, tears fell again.
"If you want to see him, then go. If you want to run away with Zhao Chen, I won't stop you," Zhou Moxing's tone remained indifferent. He narrowed his eyes, and with the addition of his glasses, hid his emotions very deeply, and he said, "Ning Hanying, you said I didn't give you a chance, now I am giving you one."
Ning Hanying bit her lip, snatched an umbrella from the butler, and ran out without looking back.
The atmosphere in the hall fell completely silent.
Mr. Ning and Mother Ning were uneasily watching Zhou Moxing.
Ning Sixue spoke up to defuse the situation for her sister, "Mr. Zhou, you must have known before that Hanying is still a child; she doesn't understand."
