Mrs. Ning took care of her banquet gown before returning to the banquet hall.
Upon arriving beside her husband, Ning Xiuzhuo, she noticed his gaze lingering on Yan Qianyi.
She asked sarcastically, "Does seeing her remind you of someone from the past? Bringing back fond memories of your youth?"
Ning Xiuzhuo looked at Yan Qianyi, his expression somewhat distant, indeed stirred by the familiar face before him, bringing forth distant memories.
Mrs. Ning's sudden voice by his ear startled him.
He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes showing an undeniable distaste as he responded, "I don't understand what you're talking about!"
"You understand! That little slut looks a lot like her slut of a mother!"
Ning Xiuzhuo frowned, his voice deepening, "Don't talk like that! That was so many years ago, why can't you just let it go? What were you doing going after her just now?"
His wife's attitude only infuriated Mrs. Ning further.
