"Fifth Young Lady, you and I are fated." Looking at Ning Xueyan coming over, Ao Mingyu suddenly smiled gently at her. With his bright eyes, he had a gentle look, which made people feel at ease with him.

"Fated?" Ning Xueyan frowned slightly. She did not think that she and Ao Mingyu were fated. It seemed that Ao Mingyu was like a piece of sweet candy from the beginning. He had plotted, but she was not involved in the plots. She did not know where the so-called fate came ...