After dealing with An Bingfeng, Sikong Wuyou finally stood up, exhausted.
An Bingfeng, that old fellow, truly lives up to his reputation as the famous sly fox of the capital city. Every word he speaks is filled with traps. If it weren't for the fact that he holds the title of the fourth son of the War Prince Residence, he might not be a match for that old fox.
He looked up at the sky outside; the sunset was fading, and it was already dusk.
Sikong Wuyou's lips suddenly curled into a smile.
At this time, Ningning should have already woken up!
Leaving the study, Sikong Wuyou headed towards her room.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw An Ning lying on the bed with big, innocent eyes.
"Awake?" Sikong Wuyou softened his voice, his magnetic tone carrying a faint joy, and walked over to An Ning.
When he reached her, he naturally sat on the edge of the bed and extended his hand to touch her forehead.
Only then did he finally relax.
