"At that time, I was in charge of the company's market expansion in Asia. When the new season's fashion was launched, our sales exceeded ten million in just a week. Then we had a wine party to celebrate. It was the first time I invited her to dance..."
Watching his daughter, Ning Zhiqiu's eyes flashed with the face of Ji Zilin.
Even after so many years, he still remembered how she looked that night in a white dress, pure and beautiful like an angel.
"Ah!" Unintentionally, Ning Xiaofei stepped on his right foot and quickly stopped, "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Did I hurt you..."
"It's okay." Ning Zhiqiu shook his head gently, "The first time we danced, your mother also stepped on my foot, she almost sprained her ankle."
"Really?" Ning Xiaofei laughed, "Looks like my clumsiness is inherited from mom."
