Nangong Feihong looked up and saw Nangong Zhongli, momentarily stunned.
He quickly mumbled, "You're just in time, join me for a drink!" As he said this, he called for another glass and began pouring the wine.
"How did your hand get injured? Weren't you going to find Xiaonuan? Why are you here?"
"Xiaonuan...?" Upon hearing this name, Nangong Feihong couldn't help but let out a cold smile.
"I didn't go looking for Xiaonuan… Xiaonuan is gone… She left a long time ago…" Nangong Feihong said bitterly, leaned back, and began drinking again.
Nangong Zhongli's pupils slightly contracted.
She reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "Feihong, you always had the closest friendship with Xiaonuan, right? What's wrong with her? I'm really worried about her..."
"Closest friendship?" Nangong Feihong glanced at Nangong Zhongli, then suddenly shouted, "Closest friendship my ass!"
