Leng Youchen looked at her dazed and adorable expression, and casually glanced at the silver clutch. Only when he clearly saw the words on it did his face clear up a bit. "May you have a son soon," a phrase he liked.
A group of us walked into the villa, which had a majestic and grand interior in the style of the Mediterranean Sea, exuding a low-key luxury. In the center of the living room, about a dozen crystal chandeliers hung from the dome, shimmering with flowing light.
Among the crowd, the aroma of perfumes and fashion filled the air, with nobles dressed in gorgeous attire conversing in groups. Seeing our party walk in, they couldn't help but glance over.
Wei Anning felt her heart pounding like a drum. Having never seen such a scene before, she was intimidated by these people who all seemed extremely wealthy and noble. Subconsciously, she drew closer to Leng Youchen, seeking dependence.
