Huanong never imagined that her husband was a person without that ability.
Xingteng Group must not fall into the hands of that woman, the wife of the late second young master of the Nangong family. It was obviously her entrance to the Nangong family, so why would her father-in-law say that she wanted that woman's child to be the heir to the group. She hates, hates the unfairness to herself, hates that she has no children.
She put a pill into the water glass and watched it slowly melt into the water, her eyes unperturbed.
Autumn night, cool breeze.
The leaves of the two rows of plane trees imported from France planted in the Nangong family manor have also turned yellow.