He reached out a hand, wanting to grasp Ningyin's wrist.

Ning Yin was incredibly sharp and quickly dodged, then delivered a crisp slap.

With a loud slap, Ning Changfeng covered his face, his expression one of disbelief.

"Ningyin, are you out of your mind? Why did you hit me? I just invited you to dinner, is that so hard?"

Ning Changfeng pouted, his manly flaws on full display.

Looking at the two women opposite him, he was still slightly afraid.

After all, he hadn't brought a single servant with him today.

If he were to be attacked by two people in turns, he might not be able to handle it.

So, adhering to the principle that a wise man doesn't suffer a loss in front of him, he stepped aside.

"Let's go, let's not eat then. I'll go find Xiao Lan from Lan Qu Yuan to eat."

Ning Yin gave her a cold, sidelong glance, then got into the carriage and left.

"Tch, let me follow you and see what you've got to do!"

Ning Changfeng muttered to himself and casually hailed a carriage.

The two separated by more than ten meters, and Ning Changfeng followed Ning Yin all the way to Ning's Medical Clinic.

The sky was dark, and there were few lights in the outskirts of Beijing; it was now impossible to see anything clearly.

Only a single candle flickered in the courtyard.

Ning Changfeng became increasingly certain that the news about his mother was absolutely true.

Could it be that Ning Yin was really kicked out by Shen Yun?

He carefully circled the fence until he got close to the window, where he finally saw the layout inside.

A few simple tables and chairs and a row of medicine cabinets.

Ning Yin was sitting at the table, sewing a pair of men's shoes stitch by stitch.