The nights in B City shimmered with neon lights.
Streams of cars and crowds of people highlighted the city's bustling splendor.
A white limited-edition business van stopped in front of a fast-food restaurant, and Wen Rufeng, wearing the latest Chanel gown, cheerfully took her grandson's small hand. "Thank you so much, Ms. An."
"It's no trouble at all, I really like Qianqian," An Ning said with a smile.
Wen Rufeng's eyes continuously scanned An Ning's face, growing fonder the more she looked.
This young lady was not only beautiful but also intelligent.
More importantly, she had a kind temperament, showing a bit of playful mischief and cuteness every now and then.
Such a personality couldn't be more suitable for the Yu family's eldest.
The eldest had a gloomy disposition and needed a young lady like her to lighten the mood. "Ms. An, if you're free, please come over to our place. When are you available, how about tomorrow?"
