An Ning pressed her lips together.
Yan Jinyao had been by her side for so many years, yet An Ning had never heard her say she wanted to marry, nor had she ever seen her moved by anyone. After all, she'd spent many years in the red-light district and had seen plenty of men. Now that she was wealthy, her standards were high; ordinary men simply couldn't catch Yan Jinyao's eye.
And Lin Zichan had only been here a few days, yet he'd actually stirred Yan Jinyao's heart?!
In truth Lin Zichan really couldn't be called handsome. He was just tall and straight, usually quiet and taciturn, looking mature and steady, with a certain noble bearing.
She really hadn't expected that he would be the one Yan Jinyao took a liking to.
"Does the boss know him well?" Seeing that An Ning didn't respond, Yan Jinyao asked again.
"I don't," An Ning said coolly. "But he's already twenty-five or six, long past the usual age for marriage."
