Thinking of the person she should least think about, An Ning felt a sudden sense of melancholy.
He hadn't appeared during this time, perhaps meaning there was no chance left between them.
They were from two different worlds, and perhaps it was better this way.
Yet, clearly she was the one who rejected him, but every time she thought about it, her heart felt uncomfortably stifled.
An Ning wondered if she was being overly sentimental.
"Miss, the Prime Minister is here to see you..." Seeing An Ning hadn't reacted for a long time, Xinghua couldn't help but remind her again.
In an instant, An Ning snapped back from her daydreams.
Turning her head, she looked at Xinghua and asked, "Why am I here?"
Though she knew the answer, as someone they saw as a fool, she felt obliged to ask.
Xinghua wanted to explain, but knowing the identity of the man beside her, she dared not speak lightly.
Therefore, after An Ning asked, Xinghua's instinctive response was to look at An Bingfeng.
