"You have no right to block me!" He was too lazy to argue with him further, planning to settle accounts with him after he recovered. He couldn't let him die like this now; if so, Xia Xiaonuan might think he died for her.
Wouldn't that leave her feeling guilty for a lifetime?
He didn't want Xia Xiaonuan's heart to hold any shadow of another man, not even guilt!
He looked down at him gloomily, glancing once before turning away.
Situ Yan watched Nangong Yaoling's figure.
Pupils slowly narrowing.
Nangong Yaoling, if you don't kill me now, one day, you'll die miserably!
Early morning.
Xia Xiaonuan had just risen when someone knocked on the door, delivering her breakfast.
After breakfast, she hadn't seen Nangong Yaoling.
A bodyguard knocked to tell her a car would pick her up in half an hour to go to the airport, asking her to prepare.
Xia Xiaonuan nodded.
She didn't have much, just a few personal clothes. After packing, she heard the bodyguard knocking again.
