Not only were the bodyguards stationed at the door, but He Yuan was there too.
The accomplished assistant leaned against a corner of the wall, still dressed in an impeccable suit, a briefcase in his hand. He immediately approached when he saw them.
Ning Chunchi exchanged a brief glance with him and stepped up to the door. Seeing this, a bodyguard raised his hand and knocked.
A few seconds later, someone opened the door-a middle-aged man in a suit vest, his hair meticulously combed.
Jiang Yumiao thought he looked very much like the butlers in the wealthy-family dramas he used to watch.
By now, he already knew who was in the Lounge.
He followed Ning Chunchi into the lavish Lounge and immediately spotted the elderly man seated on the Italian Leather Sofa. His hair was white, his back slightly hunched, and his eyes deeply sunken. He seemed in poor spirits, but his gaze was razor-sharp.
Jiang Yumiao narrowed his eyes slightly. So this was Ning Changzhi, the current head of the Ning Family. In person, he looked considerably more weathered than in the photos Jiang Yumiao had seen online.
Ning Changzhi had not seen Ning Chunchi since the last family dinner. Now, seeing him and the long-haired omega behind him, his expression remained composed, but his voice carried a chill. "You didn't even tell Grandpa you were getting married. I thought you wouldn't come tonight."
Ning Chunchi neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did he offer a greeting. He simply took Jiang Yumiao's hand and walked toward the sofa on the other side.
Ning Changzhi knew Ning Chunchi had already chosen Jiang Yumiao, and he could hardly tie him up and force him to get divorced. He set that matter aside for now. There was something more pressing to discuss.
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