Hearing Qin Yi say this, Nangong Yaoling instinctively glanced at him.
Qin Yi lowered his head somewhat awkwardly.
Nangong Yaoling's lips curled into a smile, he reached out and patted Qin Yi's shoulder.
Qin Yi also smiled, though the smile looked rather silly and difficult.
A cold-blooded assassin who rarely smiles, even he would be at a loss when it comes to matters of the heart.
Nangong Yaoling could tell that he really cared about Zhong Li.
As soon as they entered, they saw Nangong Zhongli almost asleep on the sofa.
Upon hearing the noise, she quickly got up and walked over to Nangong Yaoling.
Nangong Yaoling glanced at her, lazily sat down in the armchair, crossed his hands, and frowned, "Are you sick? Your face looks so bad?"
If it weren't for the sharpness in her eyes, he would have suspected whether this person in front of him was still Nangong Zhongli.
