He had once doubted whether Miss Sheng Ning could fulfill the role of the Feng Family Patriarch. She appeared too frail and gentle, not the type to handle such cruel struggles.
The sir once said, 'You're mistaken, Ningning, this girl, has faced the most brutal events.'
He had always been dismissive, but remained loyal, never questioning.
Yet at this moment, he was utterly convinced, the sir could finally rest in peace.
"Anyone with objections, speak now."
Gradually, some began whispering among themselves, but most were so intimidated by Sheng Ning that even the smartest abandoned their previous decisions.
Feng Xintong was anxious, hoping someone would oppose and disgrace Sheng Ning. She wished so badly to voice her objections, but she couldn't.
She was appointed by her grandfather on his deathbed as Sheng Ning's right hand, meant to assist her.
"Xintong, do you have any objections?" Sheng Ning looked at Feng Xintong with a subtle smile.
