Nan Moxin was about to get drunk.
This woman was so shameless, taking care of Murong Yan? More like taking care of the "Dream Box" in Murong Yan's hand, right?
She looked at Murong Yan, wondering if he would send Leng Wan away or let her stay.
Murong Yan slowly spoke: "No need."
As merciless as always.
Sunlight poured in through the window, shining on Murong Yan's back, his light brown hair glowing a luxurious golden brown in the sunlight.
Nan Moxin gave him a thumbs up: Like!
Smart! A tiger disguising as a little kitten is still a tiger! Can't stay!
"Yan, no matter what you say today, I won't leave." Leng Wan stood up and automatically went back to her room.
She had lived here for a century, knowing everything here like the back of her hand. Even if Murong Yan didn't want to see her now, the servants wouldn't dare neglect her.
Seeing his own people being extremely respectful to Leng Wan, Murong Yan felt uncomfortable. His eyebrows furrowed, a storm was brewing.
