Nan Tian's mouth twitched, turning his head to the side, refusing to speak further.
This broken woman, spittoon? What a lousy metaphor?!
After a whole night of tossing and turning, An Yiqing returned to her bedroom with a sore waist and aching back, coincidentally meeting An Zhifeng who was waiting at the door.
"What's up?" An Yiqing yawned lazily, collapsing onto the sofa like she had no bones.
"Miss, have you forgotten something?" An Zhifeng asked, looking at An Yiqing helplessly.
An Yiqing paused, her eyes drifting to the calendar hanging on the wall. When she saw the date circled in red, she suddenly realized.
"Let's postpone the previous plan. With Nan Yang in the Nan Family, they're like a ticking time bomb. There's no guarantee they won't interfere when I launch the project. Let's wait, wait for the timing to be more mature before taking action."
