In Feng Cheng's memory, Rong Xianning's emotional control was perfected to an extreme. Previously, Wen Yan had provoked and belittled him like that, yet he had never lost his temper. After Wen Yan left, Xu Si appeared, repeatedly provoking him with words and actions, but Aning had never quarreled with him either.
What did he see? For him to uncharacteristically reveal such emotions?
Feng Cheng followed his gaze.
Among a group of brightly dressed, charming youths, there was one person who stood out.
The words just now seemed to have been spoken by her.
Feng Cheng's face had a hint of contemplation.
"An'an, it truly was my oversight," Huang Xi followed Yan Lu's lead in addressing her as "An'an," then turned to glare at Zhu Shou, who was blocking the door, and barked, "Get out of the way and let them leave."
"Young Master Huang…"
Zhu Shou reluctantly stepped aside.
Feng Cheng quietly tugged on his sleeve. "Aning, let's go."
