If Xia Zhilan could foresee the future, she would definitely not go to that banquet, so that she would not be eaten to death by Mo Heng now. Lying in Mo Heng's arms and falling asleep late at night, Xia Zhilan wanted to look up at her tender and doting eyes and kiss her soft and beautiful lips. Without feelings, everything is smooth sailing. Maybe God somehow allowed them to get to know each other until they fall in love and stay together, which is the best arrangement of fate.