Ning Hanying felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness. The next moment, she suddenly heard a man's plain and indifferent voice behind her, "No need to go in, I'm right here."
Ning Hanying turned around sharply and saw Zhou Moxing.
The butler was holding an umbrella for him, and in his hand, he held a thick towel.
He walked up to Ning Hanying, wrapped the towel around her body, then took the umbrella from the butler's hand.
The umbrella was tilted to cover Ning Hanying securely underneath.
Mother Zhao hadn't expected Zhou Moxing to come out. The anger on her face froze, turning into a bit of panic. She said eagerly, "Mr. Zhou, I haven't brought up my child well, please don't take it to heart!"
Only then did Ning Hanying react, lifting her head to see the detached and mature face of Zhou Moxing.
He said nothing, merely locking eyes with Ning Hanying. There was a fleeting look of heartache in his eyes before he lifted his head to look at Zhao Chen.
