Now, even he himself sotis can’t distinguish whether his feelings for Xiaonuan are love or familial affection.
Because he can accept Xiaonuan being with the Crown Prince, but cannot accept her being with other n.
He just doesn’t want her to be too far from his world.
Qi Yue nodded.
She smiled and said, "Xiaonuan is quite fortunate to have a brother like you."
Nangong Feihong felt a bit embarrassed by her words.
"You’re Xiaonuan’s friend, so I’m like your brother too, right?"
"Really?" Qi Yue asked excitedly.
"Of course! Whatever you need, you can always co to !" Nangong Feihong said generously.
Qi Yue nodded, "I definitely will!"
Nangong Feihong left, and Qi Yue turned around and walked toward the building.
At that mont, suddenly, her phone rang.
Qi Yue was slightly startled.
An unfamiliar number.
"Hello...?"
"Hello, is this Miss Qi Yue? I’m Qin Yi."
Qi Yue paused, quickly smiled and said, "Ah, it’s you. Do you need anything?"
"The Crown Prince wants to see you. I’ve already sent soone to wait for you downstairs at your ho."
Qi Yue exclaid in surprise, "The Crown Prince wants to see ? What’s the matter?" She frowned slightly, wasn’t the Crown Prince very upset when he left this morning? Why does he want to see her now?
Could it be...
"This...it’s hard for us subordinates to easily guess the Crown Prince’s thoughts; you’ll know once you et him, Miss Qi Yue," Qin Yi said in a cold, formal tone.
Qi Yue nodded, "Alright... I understand."
"Okay, Miss Qi Yue, goodbye."
"Goodbye..."
Qi Yue hung up the phone, unable to help but pout.
This Crown Prince is really domineering, asking to see her without waiting for her consent and directly sending a car.
However...even soone as powerful as Nangong Zhongli fears the Crown Prince, how could a naturally timid girl like her easily defy him?
Qi Yue thought of sothing and couldn’t help but worry.
If the Young Master asks about Xiaonuan, should she tell him Xiaonuan’s story?
...
President’s Office.
The tall figure sat by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Nangong Yaoling stood at the window, gazing at the entire cityscape outside the window, his pupils emitting an indecipherable light.
A knock on the door sounded, and Qin Yi walked in from outside.
"President, Miss Qi Yue is here."
Nangong Yaoling’s body trembled slightly.
He turned around and looked at Qin Yi, "Please let her in."
"Yes—"
Qi Yue stood in front of the desk, looking at the arrogant man sitting before her as if he were an emperor.
Her hands clasped together, unable to help feeling a bit nervous.
Qin Yi stood beside Nangong Yaoling, equally stern-faced.
"C...Crown Prince, you called here, is there sothing you need?"
"You should know why I called you here." Nangong Yaoling placed his hands on the desk, his right hand’s finger joints lightly tapping on the table, his movents unhurried and steady.
The room’s temperature and humidity were professionally adjusted, neither cold nor hot, yet Qi Yue felt cold sweat all over her body.
"I...I don’t understand," Qi Yue said, bracing herself.
She honestly didn’t know what Xiaonuan was thinking now. She originally planned to wait for Xiaonuan to call her from over there, ask her what’s going on, and then consider whether to tell the Crown Prince.
Unexpectedly, the Crown Prince had already sensed sothing so quickly and called her over.
The Crown Prince is indeed the Crown Prince; she didn’t even have ti to catch her breath before being called for questioning.
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