The air fell into a silence.
After a while, Tang Yan asked, "By the way, why are you here? Who was that woman just now? What exactly happened?"
"She... she is Mrs. Nangong..."
Tang Yan took a deep breath, looking quite surprised.
"I didn't expect that she is the mother of Nangong Yaoling..."
He thought that Mrs. Nangong should be a very elegant and proper woman, but he couldn't associate her with the chaotic and hysterical woman he just saw.
"I wonder if there is some misunderstanding between you two? Her behavior just now really didn't seem like what Mrs. Nangong should display..."
Xiaonuan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Maybe, this matter isn't something that can be explained in a few words." She paused, her gaze wandering outside the window: "If possible, I also wish I could leave as freely as Qi Yue."
Tang Yan's pupils contracted, looking at Xia Xiaonuan's profile with worry and confusion.
"May I ask boldly, did you and the Young Master... did you two have a fight?"
