Mu Sihan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while . His deep black eyes darkened when they momentarily swept past the wing of the manor where Xiaojie had stayed .

Pursing his lips into a line, he left his bedroom and went to the third floor of the manor .

Using a key, the lock turned and he opened the door to a room that he had not entered for a long time .

The room was decorated in an ethereal pink . It was luxuriously decorated in a palace-style that was fit for a princess . There was a soft and white fur carpet on the floor and pretty white yarn curtains .

Towering over a king-sized bed, a pink princess canopy flowed down from the ceiling . It looked dreamy and fantastical .

Mu Sihan bent down and took out a photo from the drawers of the nightstand .

In the photo, the man's arms was hugging the woman's slender shoulders in an intimate embrace . The woman leaned into the man's arms and was smiling brightly, her eyes seemed to twinkle in happiness .

Mu Sihan stared at the photo for a very long time before he took out a diary .

Time ground to a halt as he started reading from the first page and only finished reading after nearly two hours .

Putting down the diary, he threw open the wardrobe .

Then closed it again within one minute .

However, he opened the wardrobe once again after a few seconds .

With long fingers, he pushed the clothes in front one by one, until they stopped at a white s.h.i.+rt .

He took out the s.h.i.+rt from the wardrobe .

The s.h.i.+rt had been washed before being put away, he could still faintly smell the scent of soap .

Mu Sihan's black eyes landed on the s.h.i.+rt's fourth b.u.t.ton .

There was nothing there .

The scene of Nan Zhi holding a b.u.t.ton in the cave flashed in his mind .

If he did not remember wrongly, that b.u.t.ton belonged to this s.h.i.+rt!

However, why would she have a b.u.t.ton from a s.h.i.+rt he wore in his teens?

Mu Sihan put the s.h.i.+rt back down . His fingers grazed his handsome chin and rubbed it softly as his forehead furrowed into a frown of concentration .

Xue'er was the one who had given him this s.h.i.+rt and he only worn it once that year .

It was at that time when he had saved an ugly and fat young girl by accident .

Could it be…

Mu Sihan left the room in a hurry and summoned Yi Fan . “Investigate everything about Nan Zhi when she was 13 and 14 years old . ”

Delicacy was scheduled to air on Fridays and they would be able to start airing after Gu Sheng recorded the first episode under his ident.i.ty as Yannis . However, the head of the broadcasting called Nan Zhi to his office when she just arrived at work .

“President Nan called me and told me that Nan Yao and Bo Shaoxiu are about to get married . They'll need at least half a month to prepare for the wedding . We will need to push back the first airing of both Delicacy and Dreams a little . ”

Undoubtedly, Nan Yao and Bo Shaoxiu's wedding would bring some attention . However, Nan Yao's wedding would not be able to shake Yannis' influence worldwide .

So why was the show pushed back?

Could it be that Nan Yao had another idea to harm her?

The head of broadcasting company stared at Nan Zhi . He actually did not understand why she was not doted on at all, when she was President Nan's biological daughter .

“Nan Zhi, it is indeed a little too rushed for the team if you start airing next week . You can use this time to record a few more episodes and edit them properly to fight for a good start . ”

Hearing his words, Nan Zhi found herself swayed . It was true, her attention had been on whether she could win over Nan Yao in the ratings after she had made that bet with her . With that, she had neglected focusing on the quality of her show .

“I understand . ”

She should put her full effort into making every episode of the show a high quality episode that truly brought joy to her viewers, and not just be fixated on the ratings of the first episode .

In the apartment .

Auntie He, who had been convinced by Nan Zhi to stay on and take care of Xiaojie, went out to buy some groceries . Xiaojie lay on the table to draw .

'Ding-dong . '

The doorbell rang .

Putting down his crayon, Xiaojie ran to open the door .

Standing outside the door after he opened it…

The small boy's eyes were opened wide and his mouth formed an 'o' in an unbelievable expression .