Ning Xiaofei frowned at the photos scattered on the ground, her mother's handwriting gradually becoming blurred.
She always thought it was an album her mother had lovingly compiled for her growth, but she was wrong. These photos had always been kept by her mother for someone else.
She always thought her mother hated that man, but she was wrong. Her mother had never hated him, but had loved that man all along. No wonder her mother insisted on her taking the surname Ning instead of Ji.
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Airport.
The assistant walked over with the processed boarding pass, "President Ning, we can leave now!"
Sitting in the VIP waiting lounge, Ning Zhiqiu seemed not to hear, showing no reaction.
"President Ning?" The assistant raised his voice.
Ning Zhiqiu finally came to his senses and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
"We should board the plane now." The assistant said.
"Oh, alright!" Ning Zhiqiu slowly stood up, "It's time to go... It really is time to go!"
