Fang Yuhuan, who was engrossed in handling company affairs, did not realize that his Little Princess Xueli was contemplating such a serious matter in her mind.
He also did not know that he would be facing the risk of losing Xueli.
Gu Shengyin's thought was simply to cling to him, and cling to him a little more before that day arrives.
Elsewhere.
After having dinner with her grandfather and grandmother, and taking a stroll with them in the garden, An Weiwei finally couldn't resist using the excuse of being tired to return to her room.
Her room was like that of any wealthy little girl's, filled with luxurious princess-themed decor, the kind that any little girl would dream of.
She did not like it.
But everyone assumed that An Weiwei must like this style; not just her room, but her clothes, her jewelry, even her backpack, all were in this dreamy Lolita style.
Even An Weiwei herself, under the self-hypnosis of day after day, could convince herself that she liked this style.
