Nangong Yaoling reached out and touched his nose tip.
"I understand, you can leave for now."
Qin Yi looked at Nangong Yaoling with a complicated expression like a good child, curled his lips slightly, nodded, and said, "Alright, Young Master, call me anytime if you need something."
Nangong Yaoling stood by the window, thought of something, took out his phone, and dialed her number.
****
When Xia Xiaonuan was on her way home, she also went to the supermarket.
She bought some ingredients for soups. Nangong Yaoling is busy with work every day, but whenever she needs something, no matter how busy he is, he will set everything aside and rush over.
Actually, she knows in her heart how good Nangong Yaoling is.
Though she seems to be sulking with him on the surface, deep inside, there's still a bit of feeling touched.
It's just that, right now, she's somewhat unable to accept all of this.
She carried two big bags, and as soon as she walked in, the servant hurriedly came up to her.
