"Just listen to Mom and Dad, marry Zhou Moxing," Ning Sixue said after finishing, then hung up the phone.
Ning Hanying felt she must have heard wrong, as every word Ning Sixue said was indigestible to her.
"It's raining outside, you should hurry back, so Young Master Zhou doesn't worry," Ning Sixue said. "Hanying, you need to grow up; from now on, stop being so wilful."
Ning Hanying wanted to say more to Ning Sixue, but the latter had already hung up the phone.
Ning Hanying felt very cold.
Until a suit jacket bearing body warmth was draped over her.
Ning Hanying turned around and saw Zhou Moxing standing behind her.
"Let's go, I'll take you to rest," Zhou Moxing said in a gentle tone. In the dim lights on a rainy night, the man's eyes and brows seemed softer and not so hard to approach as he spoke, "This will be your home in the future, Hanying. I will take good care of you."
From a young age, Ning Hanying had accepted that her marriage would be a union of convenience.