Nangong Yaoling stepped forward, gripping her wrist, looking at her intently.
He finally asked.
Should she tell him? Tell him that it was all arranged by Nangong Jinlie, tell him she was forced, that the real villain is his most revered grandfather?
Her emotions surged, feeling countless beasts roaring in her chest.
Her wrist hurt from his grip, blood circulation cut off; her fingers felt swollen, even breathing was difficult.
She wanted to speak, yet felt her throat dry and itchy, she looked towards Nangong Yaoling, slowly parting her lips.
"I…"
Suddenly, Nangong Yaoling spoke, loudly interrupting her.
"Forget it, don't bother thinking up excuses to fool me! Since you can't say it, I'll say it for you!"
Xia Xiaonuan's body trembled.
Nangong Yaoling released her, reaching out to grip her chin.
His face bore a cruel cold smile, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at her with cold indifference.
