Ning Xiaofei was filled with doubts, quickly walked to the reception room and pushed the door open, only to be stunned by the elegant woman sitting on the sofa.
On the sofa in the lounge, Qin Zhaoyang's mother, Chu Xinning, was elegantly sipping tea from a cup.
"You..." Ning Xiaofei came to her senses and walked into the lounge, "You have something to discuss with me?"
Her attitude wasn't friendly, but it wasn't as distant as before; it was just polite.
"Yes." Chu Xinning put down the tea she was holding and stood up from the sofa, "I want to talk to you alone."
The woman before her was no longer as aggressive as before, and in the eyes watching her, there was clearly fatigue. Ning Xiaofei wondered if it was her illusion, as if those eyes had a hint of pleading in them.
If it were before, Ning Xiaofei might have coldly refused, but after going through these ups and downs, her mind had gradually matured, and her views on many matters had changed from before.
