Xia Xiaonuan grew increasingly anxious, and her whole being began to feel restless.
She tossed and turned several tis, and finally, unable to resist, she dialed Nangong Yaoling’s number.
However, the phone indicated that no one was answering!
Listening to the standard voice on the other end, Xia Xiaonuan hung up sowhat disappointed.
In her heart, she beca even more anxious.
She had no choice but to crawl out of bed and lean against the headboard.
A black Rolls-Royce was parked by the roadside, not far behind it was a bodyguard car.
The bodyguards knew that the Young Master was angry, and no one dared to approach, so they could only park the car five ters away from his.
Nangong Yaoling gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.
The streetlights cast a slightly yellow hue over his handso face, his dark pupils filled with a complex and somber glow.
Just at that mont, the phone suddenly rang.
He thought it was Xia Xiaonuan again and did not answer.
This ti, the phone kept ringing, so he finally picked it up.
"Young Master... this is Huzi, sothing happened over here in Karachi..." a trembling voice ca from the other end.
"What’s going on?"
"Situ Yan... he ran away!"
In an instant, Nangong Yaoling’s eyes were filled with a sinister and fearso aura.
"A bunch of worthless fools!" he shouted through gritted teeth.
"Young Master... I’m really sorry! But... that Situ Yan is incredibly cunning... we thought he was injured and lying in bed and wouldn’t escape. But who would have thought he had arranged with soone to escape by crawling into a dicine shelf... Young Master... I deserve to die!"
"Search for him, dig three feet into the ground if you must, and find him for !"
"Yes, Young Master!"
Nangong Yaoling abruptly hung up the phone.
He slamd his palm hard against the steering wheel.
SHIT!
Situ Yan, you dare to run... fine, the next ti I catch you, it will definitely be your last day!
The image of Xia Xiaonuan pleading for Situ Yan appeared in Nangong Yaoling’s mind.
She said... because Situ Yan saved her...
Now it seems, the two of them were far from being that simple!
He had easily believed her words; Xia Xiaonuan, I never thought you’d be a hundred tis more complex than I imagined!
Nangong Yaoling closed his eyes, extending his hand to cover his heart, feeling as if the pain inside was about to suffocate him.
Until the pain slowly dissipated, Nangong Yaoling slowly started the car.
He turned around.
...
Xia Xiaonuan looked at the clock.
It was already midnight, and Nangong Yaoling still hadn’t returned!
Xia Xiaonuan had called Nangong Yaoling more than a dozen tis, but none were answered!
What on earth happened?
Xia Xiaonuan went downstairs to the living room.
She was about to call Qin Yi.
Just then, she suddenly heard the sound of a car downstairs.
Her heart leaped with joy, and she quickly ran to the window; sure enough, it was Nangong Yaoling’s car!
Soon, the door was opened, but seeing Nangong Yaoling being helped in by bodyguards, Xia Xiaonuan was dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it said that Nangong Feihong was drunk and Nangong Yaoling went to pick him up?
How co he’s drunk like this himself?
"How did you drink this much?" Looking at Nangong Yaoling stumbling, Xia Xiaonuan stepped forward to support him.
"Xiao... Xiaonuan..." Nangong Yaoling saw her, mumbling her na indistinctly.
The next second, he suddenly pushed her away forcefully: "Get away!"
"Young Madam, the Young Master drank a lot, none of us could stop him..." the bodyguard said, while helping Nangong Yaoling to the sofa.
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