"Okay! I trust you," Nan Muan laughed. The descendants of the Nan Family possess the proud spine of the Nan's. In their eyes, Yuan Fei is nothing more than a jumping clown.
Nan Mufeng turned his head, glanced at Nan Tian, and then withdrew his gaze.
"Uncle has it tough, managing such a large company all by himself, and with his only son not by his side, it's inevitable that petty people take advantage of his vulnerability. Don't blame him."
Nan Mufeng's expression softened a bit, "I know."
Nan Tian is ruthless, but wasn't he also at fault?
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Ailin sat under the sun umbrella, yet she still felt hot. Yuan Fei handed her cold drinks, fruits, and even a fan, with attentiveness that drew sidelong glances.
But Ailin needed such attentiveness right now.