It's your turn...

She also has a share in the Duan family...

No longer my grandson...

Mr. Duan has a son and a daughter. The daughter is Ning Ruoqing's mother and eldest sister.

Duan Xishen can be regarded as Mr. Duan’s son.

He is also the heir to the Duan family.

But he had an accident when he was young.

For so many years, he has been indifferent to everything and not interested in any woman.

Mr. Duan had no choice but to train his grandson Ning Ruoqing.

Even if she becomes the goddaughter of the Duan family, she knows that she cannot shake Ning Ruoqing's status.

But……

She seemed to have underestimated the status of Duan Xishen, the younger son, in the heart of the old man.

Her heart was pounding.

Duan family...

The entire Duan family...

Duan Xishen suddenly walked towards her.

Ning Yuetong's whole body was tense.

The next second, the man passed her and walked down the stairs.

She felt Ning Ruoqing's footsteps gradually getting away, and when the pressure disappeared, her soul seemed to be floating...

A smile appeared on her face.

Just as his smile appeared, he heard Ning Ruoqing's voice coming up from the foot of the stairs,

"Miss Ning, haven't you heard enough?"

His voice was neither high nor low, but clear and penetrating.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she looked in the direction of the master bedroom.

There was an oppressive silence.

"Who's there?" Mr. Duan's voice came from the master bedroom.

Ning Yuetong's feet went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

"Who's outside?" This time, Mr. Duan's voice was filled with a little impatience.

Ning Yuetong's lips trembled, but Ning Ruoqing still stood downstairs, looking at her calmly.

The servants at home were also alerted. She could see the middle-aged woman walking over quickly.

There is no way forward, but there is a tiger behind.

Ning Yuetong knows...

Ning Ruoqing was afraid that it would not be so easy to let her go.

She took a deep breath and walked up,

"Old man, it's me."

She cautiously raised her head and glanced in the direction of the master bedroom bed.

Beside the bed, books were scattered on the floor.

Further up, there is a silk quilt, and on the back, there is elegant Su embroidery.

There was a slightly bloated old man wrapped in the quilt. There was a dark air on the old man's face, and his lips also had an unusual dark-purple color.

That bloat doesn't look like fat, but like edema.

At first glance, he seemed not to be in good health.

However, the old man's eyes were very sharp:

"Are you... Ning Yuetong?"

Ning Yuetong clenched her fists, pinched her fingers into her palms, and said slowly after a long time, "Yes."

The old man lying on the bed had a calm expression on his face, but his tone was a little lighter.

"It's too early."

Ning Yuetong felt a chill in her heart.

It’s over…

It was all Ning Ruoqing who harmed her!

Now she lost the good impression of being the first to take the lead with Mr. Duan.

All the strength in Ning Yuetong's body was drained away.

She slowly fell to the ground.

Completely finished.

She seemed to see everything in the Duan family moving away from her.

It was already within reach!

Ning Yuetong was filled with hatred.

Mr. Duan half-closed his eyes and said softly, "You should go out first."

"Bang" sound.

Ning Yuetong finally fell to the ground.

She got up from the ground in embarrassment and walked towards the door of the master bedroom.

But he came face to face with Duan Xishen in a wheelchair.

The man's jade-like face was somewhat expressionless,

"Going to worship our ancestors in three days?"

After hearing this, Mr. Duan, who had closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his young son in front of the door, his eyes bursting with joy and joy:

"Are you going too?"

Duan Xi took a deep look at Mr. Duan,

"I can not go?"

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