His gaze went from her curved eyebrows to her long feather eyelashes, to her shallow dimples, to her full cherry lips. He looked at her without blinking, his eyes as deep as the night.
She was very beautiful.
He had always known this, but now, he felt that the woman in front of him gave him a familiar but unfamiliar feeling.
Fang Mingfeng covered his chest, and his dark eyes darkened.
"Mingfeng, why are you looking for me?" Li Yunrong walked slowly toward Fang Mingfeng with a faint smile on her lips.
Fang Mingfeng clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves and said in a hoarse voice, "I received a letter from the capital this morning. My father has officially designated the heir."
Eight years ago, from the moment he brought Li Yunrong away, Fang Mingfeng knew that this moment would come sooner or later.
