An exceptionally handso face suddenly turned extrely ugly.
He seed struck by lightning, dumbfounded, bewildered.
Xiaonuan and Situ Yan were sleeping together...
I saw it with my own eyes...
In his mind, only these two sentences kept appearing.
He thought of how Xiaonuan had just sent him off with deep affection, even dressing him.
Just monts ago, he had intimately kissed her forehead and whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
But in the blink of an eye, he heard these words.
How could he accept such a disparity?
His entire body tensed up, like a lion about to explode in anger, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Nangong Feihong’s arm.
"Ah! Who is it——!" Nangong Feihong shouted in displeasure.
Seeing it was Nangong Yaoling, he was completely taken aback.
Nangong Zhongli exclaid in surprise, "Crown Prince!"
Nangong Yaoling said, "I ask you, is it true? Did you really see the two of them sleeping together?"
Seeing this, Nangong Feihong seed to sober up halfway.
He quickly stuttered, "No... You heard wrong..."
Nangong Yaoling’s forehead veins throbbed as he yelled, "Is it true or not!"
The guests nearby were frightened by the situation and hid away. Nangong Yaoling was filled with murderous intent, his whole being terrifying.
Nangong Feihong stood there, deeply regretting inside.
He shouldn’t have ntioned this to anyone!
Nangong Zhongli saw Feihong stunned, knowing he surely wouldn’t say anything.
Quickly said, "Brother, don’t be like this, Feihong is so drunk, how can you believe his words! Xiaonuan really isn’t that kind of person... She wouldn’t be with the person who kidnapped him..."
After Nangong Zhongli said this, Nangong Yaoling suddenly let go of Nangong Feihong.
Nangong Feihong was this drunk, having already t Xiaonuan, but returned from Pakistan alone, now drunk like this, isn’t the fact already indisputable?
Is there even a need to ask?
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, Xiaonuan has always been the closest to Feihong, even if he said Xiaonuan was like this, Nangong Feihong wouldn’t believe it.
How could he possibly make up such a thing?
Nangong Yaoling, his whole being, couldn’t help but stumble back a step.
As if struck hard, his whole body felt as if his blood had been drained.
The bodyguard beside quickly stepped forward, worriedly saying, "Young Master... Are you...?"
"Get out! All of you get out!" Nangong Yaoling roared, then rushed out the door.
Nangong Zhongli watched Nangong Yaoling’s rushing figure, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips.
Xia Xiaonuan, don’t bla . Bla only yourself for jumping into the fire pit.
And I rely added so firewood and gasoline, making the fire burn more fiercely.
Nangong Feihong was also stunned, fearing Nangong Yaoling might do sothing impulsive, hurriedly wanted to chase after him, but after taking two steps, he staggered and fell.
The bodyguard at the door turned his head.
Nangong Zhongli said, "What are you standing there for, quickly send Young Master Feihong ho!"
"Yes, Miss Zhong Li!"
******
Xia Xiaonuan lay in bed, her eyes involuntarily looking out the window.
The street lights illuminated the moonlight, the outside was filled with dim yellow light, lighting up her sowhat insecure face.
Nangong Yaoling hadn’t returned yet, could Nangong Feihong be in trouble?
Her mind recalled that morning when Nangong Feihong was missing, could it be that Feihong really misunderstood her relationship with Situ Yan?
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