Gu Haisheng wasn't surprised when An'an suddenly started speaking. He squatted down and gently touched her little head, "Yes."
"Really?" An'an asked.
Fu Lanshen nodded slightly, "Mhm."
Hand in hand, the adult and the child stood there for a very long time, as the morning sun stretched their shadows out long.
On the third-floor balcony of the Gu Family villa, Mu Lanke stood watching the figure of Fu Lanshen. The man was tall and upright, casual in posture, yet he exuded a powerful aura that made him impossible to ignore, even from a distance.
He was indeed a man whose name shook the entire mainland of China.
Mu Lanke's eyes filled with an intense desire to possess as she watched him, her grip on the railing so tight that her knuckles had turned slightly white.
One day.
One day, she would rightfully stand by his side and become the consort of the most prestigious man in the land of China.
With this thought, a smug curve appeared on Mu Lanke's lips.