Nangong Feihong opened the door.
He looked at Nangong Yaoling standing at the door.
"Why are you here?" Nangong Feihong asked reluctantly.
"I ca to see you," Nangong Yaoling said with a faint smile.
Nangong Feihong replied coldly, "You still care about ?"
"If I don’t care about you, who will?" Nangong Yaoling said, walking in.
Qin Yi followed behind him, glancing around the room, looking at Nangong Feihong: "Feihong, are you ho alone?"
"Of course, do you see anyone else here?" Nangong Feihong replied irritably.
He turned around and casually walked to the sofa and sat down.
He turned on the TV and picked up so snacks to eat.
Nangong Yaoling’s gaze fell on the snack bags and the two sticks of sugar-coated haws beside them.
Sothing flashed in his eyes.
"How’s the resort doing lately?"
"It’s okay," Nangong Feihong pretended to answer nonchalantly.
Nangong Yaoling nodded.
"Are you used to living here alone? Do you want to hire a servant for you?"
"No need. There are hourly workers here, it’s not necessary."
Nangong Yaoling got up, "Has Xiaonuan co by?"
"No! Why would you co to my house looking for your wife?" Nangong Feihong purposely said.
Nangong Yaoling turned back to look at him.
His pupils slightly narrowed.
"Are you sure?"
"What... what do you an?" Nangong Feihong said sowhat guiltily, his gaze involuntarily shifting upstairs.
Nangong Yaoling naturally didn’t miss his subtle movent, his lips curved into a smile, a smile that was extraordinarily magnificent, creating a stunning aura.
It seed as if all the colors in the world had disappeared.
After the smile, he turned around and walked upstairs with long strides.
Nangong Feihong hurriedly stepped forward to block him, shouting, "What are you doing?"
"Why are you so nervous? I just want to take a tour of your house upstairs, can’t I?"
Nangong Feihong said awkwardly, "It’s not like you haven’t been here before. What’s there to tour?"
Qin Yi glanced at a shopping bag and laughed, "Feihong, I didn’t expect you to like drinking yogurt and eating chocolate?"
"What does it matter to you what I like to eat!" Nangong Feihong stared at Qin Yi.
In the mont he was distracted, Nangong Yaoling swiftly bypassed him and walked upstairs with big strides.
Nangong Feihong hurriedly chased after him.
"I told you, Xiaonuan is not here, it’s useless to look!" he purposely raised his voice.
In the guest room, Xia Xiaonuan, who was crouching by the door, heard the commotion and quickly turned around, looking around.
There was only a bed and a wardrobe here.
She quickly opened the wardrobe.
There were only a few clothes inside, in a panic, she hurriedly climbed inside.
Nangong Yaoling checked around each room.
Then, he walked to the guest room where Xia Xiaonuan was.
He scanned the surroundings, finally, his sharp gaze locked onto the wardrobe.
Nangong Feihong grabbed Nangong Yaoling’s arm, "Enough! I told you she’s not here! What’s your problem?"
Nangong Yaoling pushed him away and walked to the wardrobe.
"Feihong, this wardrobe looks nice. I think Xiaonuan would like it."
"What... what do you an..." Nangong Feihong frowned.
He smiled, reached out his hand, and pulled open the wardrobe door.
Xia Xiaonuan was crouching inside the wardrobe, her fingers tightly gripping the door.
Nangong Yaoling pulled, but didn’t open it, as an internal force pulled it back.
A trace of amusent flashed across his handso face.
He tried to pull again, without applying much force.
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