The planner of this event had already made a swift escape.
At the moment, he was enjoying the fireworks with Murong Yu.
Zhang Xiaomeng had originally wanted to find an excuse to bring Murong Fenghua along.
But this time, Murong Fenghua simply refused to go.
After all, she was still Murong Yu's young aunt.
Once reason settled in, she decided to revert to her former self.
Watching Murong Fenghua's retreating figure, Zhang Xiaomeng also smiled slightly; women always say they don't want something, when in fact, they do.
Murong Fenghua had thought that Zhang Xiaomeng would hold her back again, but he didn't.
So she could only huffily get into her Maserati and drive away.
In the car, Murong Fenghua sighed, "I really don't know what I was thinking."
She recalled the words Zhang Xiaomeng had said in the presidential suite, "One lives one's life for oneself."
"If one can't even be happy, what's the use of having a lot of money?"
