"Don't congratulate me, this is also about solving your own troubles. If he insists on recognizing my mother, then the entanglement between us will only grow more complicated. I believe that's something you don't want to see, right?"
After An Ning finished speaking, An Bingfeng laughed.
However, how much was hidden behind that smile, perhaps only he himself knew.
He looked at the sky; it was indeed getting late.
An Ning didn't spend much time with An Bingfeng, because her mind was constantly on Sikong Wuyou.
He had waited for her all this time, he must be anxious by now.
When An Ning went to find Sikong Wuyou, he was pitifully sitting in the pavilion in the courtyard.
There wasn't even a servant around him, nor had he had a cup of tea.
When An Ning saw this, her heart ached instantly, and she secretly decided in her heart never to come here again, lest the old An Bingfeng target Wuyou.
