Afraid that An Ning was anxious to go home, Sikong Wuyou said, "I'll send you back once I deal with these urgent matters."
"Mm." An Ning nodded.
She didn't kindly say there's no need or don't hurry, because she was taken away while critically ill and still didn't know what was going on at home.
Moreover, not to mention her injuries, just alone, as soon as she left the County Office, she might be caught back by An Bingfeng.
An Ning was lying beside him, watching Sikong Wuyou process official documents.
Watching and watching, she unwittingly became mesmerized.
It's really hard to imagine, how could there be such a perfect person in this world?
Good-looking, highly skilled in martial arts, and talented as well.
Such a person was born to make others feel inadequate!
"What's up? Satisfied with the looks of your future husband?" Sikong Wuyou inadvertently turned his head and saw An Ning staring intently at his face, smiling like a love-struck fool.
