บท 92: 092 Retreat as Advance 2_1

The nights in B City shimmered with neon lights.

Streams of cars and crowds of people highlighted the city's bustling splendor.

A white limited-edition business van stopped in front of a fast-food restaurant, and Wen Rufeng, wearing the latest Chanel gown, cheerfully took her grandson's small hand. "Thank you so much, Ms. An."

"It's no trouble at all, I really like Qianqian," An Ning said with a smile.

Wen Rufeng's eyes continuously scanned An Ning's face, growing fonder the more she looked.

This young lady was not only beautiful but also intelligent.

More importantly, she had a kind temperament, showing a bit of playful mischief and cuteness every now and then.

Such a personality couldn't be more suitable for the Yu family's eldest.

The eldest had a gloomy disposition and needed a young lady like her to lighten the mood. "Ms. An, if you're free, please come over to our place. When are you available, how about tomorrow?"