Xia Xiaonuan grew increasingly anxious, and her whole being began to feel restless.
She tossed and turned several times, and finally, unable to resist, she dialed Nangong Yaoling's number.
However, the phone indicated that no one was answering!
Listening to the standard voice on the other end, Xia Xiaonuan hung up somewhat disappointed.
In her heart, she became even more anxious.
She had no choice but to crawl out of bed and lean against the headboard.
A black Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside, not far behind it was a bodyguard car.
The bodyguards knew that the Young Master was angry, and no one dared to approach, so they could only park the car five meters away from his.
Nangong Yaoling gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
The streetlights cast a slightly yellow hue over his handsome face, his dark pupils filled with a complex and somber glow.
Just at that moment, the phone suddenly rang.
He thought it was Xia Xiaonuan again and did not answer.
