It had been three days since he returned to the Presidential Palace.
Amidst his busy work, Yeh Cangqiong would always remember that charming figure.
Even if he didn't deliberately think about her, her image unintentionally appeared in his mind.
It lingered...
Her alluring tenderness, her myriad charms, her sweet elegance... and the cold ruthlessness when she held a knife to his throat.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A series of knocks sounded.
He turned to look, and saw Ah Na's figure standing at the door, dressed in a white cheongsam, her hair coiled up at the back of her head like a cloud, beautiful and noble in appearance.
Her makeup was always fitting, and the smile on her face was proper and gentle.
"Madam Xue, what brings you here?"
Madam Xue covered her mouth with a laugh, "Cangqiong, you don't need to be so formal with me. I'm Xiao Guai's godmother, and we are practically family."
