Nan Zhifeng didn't speak; she just turned her head to look at the nightscape outside the window.
Passing familiar streets, thinking about the bits and pieces from the past with Ye Zhantian, her emotions were complex and hard to articulate...
She thought her heart had calmed down already, but each time it concerned Ye Zhantian, her emotions would become unspeakably complex...
Actually, she just couldn't let go.
But she had no choice but to hide this sentiment.
Night fell quickly.
As she was getting out of the car, Zi Xing called her: "Miss, I'm arriving soon. Wait for me to get there before you go in."
"I'm just going in to say a few words. Ahu is with me; nothing will happen."
"But..."
"It's noisy here, I'm hanging up now."
Nan Zhifeng hung up and, accompanied by Ahu, squeezed her way in to reach the VIP area, Su Qingyun's private room.
There were seven or eight bodyguards waiting at the door, all with cold expressions.
