Mr. Liang was slightly stunned, and after a few seconds, he said, "I'm fine, don't worry. I can return to the country tomorrow."
Although Nangong Yaoling's people had confined him in the hotel these past few days, they hadn't mistreated him. They simply didn't allow him to contact the outside world and would deliver food to him on time every day.
Nangong Zhongli breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's good. Shaochen, as long as you're fine."
"Okay, that's it. I need to pack up."
"Alright..." Nangong Zhongli hung up the phone, and the corners of his lips raised in a satisfied smile.
At this moment, Qin Yi, standing outside the door, listened to Nangong Zhongli's excited voice, and his brows gradually furrowed.
His heart ached bit by bit.
I knew, I shouldn't have presumed too much.
He took a deep breath and stepped away.
...
The Rolls-Royce slowly slid into the villa's yard.
Xia Xiaonuan glanced at the silent Nangong Yaoling beside her, then opened the car door and got out.
