Ye Ningwan looked at the confident smile on Feng Qianru's face, and she knew she had lost.
She had blundered in, falling into Feng Qianru's trap.
"Do you really love him?" Ye Ningwan asked.
Feng Qianru chuckled and replied, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him, and make him an even greater person because we're together. Now, can you rest easy knowing this?"
Ye Ningwan forced a bitter smile.
Whether she's at ease or not, what difference does it make?
The initiative was no longer in her hands; she had lost today's round.
"Since you've given up hope, then leave!" Feng Qianru called the bodyguards inside and instructed them to escort Ye Ningwan to the hall.
The hall was crowded, and Zhan Hanjue was there too.
Seeing Ye Ningwan being escorted down from upstairs, many people showed expressions of surprise.
Zhan Hanjue's brow furrowed even tighter, and his chest started to ache faintly again.
