"That's good. The old master has gone upstairs to rest. The young master asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you in the living room."
Xia Xiaonuan nodded.
In the living room, Nangong Yaoling sat on the sofa with a cold, handsome face.
He was smoking alone.
Amidst the curling smoke, his face looked somewhat indistinct, but his contours were still stunningly beautiful.
But beneath this beautiful facade lay a cold and ruthless heart!
Xia Xiaonuan thought as she walked forward.
"Why did you do this?" She looked at him icily, questioning, "You know very well about Zhong Li's current situation..." She glanced at the servants in the corner and didn't continue.
Nangong Yaoling blew a smoke ring, not even lifting his head, nor casting a glance at her.
"Just because of this, did I hand over Zhong Li to that young brat, Liang Shaochen, otherwise, do you think I would be willing to let Zhong Li be with him?"
Xia Xiaonuan let out a cold laugh.
