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At the bus stop, Nuennuan was sitting and waiting for the bus, tiredly patting her own legs. A black Mercedes pulled up at the bus stop, and the window rolled down to reveal Fang Liucheng's handsome face.

The setting sun cast a desolate layer of light on his face. Nuennuan was taken aback, not expecting to run into him here.

"Get in." Fang Liucheng’s voice wasn’t as cold and hard as usual; it carried an additional hint of gentleness, as if he were still the man she adored deeply. It felt like time had turned back to when she was a little princess and he was her prince on a white horse.

If not for the recent upheavals, she might have really believed it was just a terrifying dream.

"No need to trouble yourself; I'll just wait for the bus."

"Nuannuan, there's something I want to say to you," Fang Liucheng said coolly. Nuwan remained seated and unmoving; Fang Liucheng’s brow furrowed tightly. "It will take ten minutes to wait here for a bus. Are you willing to just sit with me."

"There's nothing I have to say to you," Nuwan turned her face away, not looking at Fang Liucheng.

Fang Liucheng opened the car door and forcefully pulled Warming in. She was extremely anxious, but since there was no one around, she unwillingly let him put her inside.

The entire ride was silent; they did not exchange a single word.

Warming angrily stared out of the window, deliberately ignoring Fang Liucheng as if he were air.

The car stopped in front of an Italian restaurant.

Fang Liucheng took her into the restaurant. The waiter looked at Rongzan's body with surprise, but quickly recovered and hid his astonishment. This was a rather grand restaurant, with luxurious decorations, elegant lighting, and an exquisite piano creating a romantic atmosphere.

The waiter led them to their seats. Seeing Fang Liucheng order meals as if nothing unusual had happened, Rongzan felt anxious. What exactly did he want

"Fang Liucheng, what do you mean"

"We're here to eat. We can talk while we have our meal," he said indifferently.him. Sulman from Riyadh was still a great beauty, and time hadn’t aged her at all. The Su family generally seemed youthful and had good appearances; his grandmother also appeared graceful and pretty.T...