"Xia Xiaonuan, am I crazy?" Nangong Yaoling's bloodshot eyes stared at her: "I am fucking crazy! Crazy to care about your life or death!"
The man's voice was neither loud nor soft, but in the vast palace, it seemed exceptionally empty, even echoing slightly, adding a layer to his anger.
"What are you talking about?"
Nangong Yaoling panted heavily, looking down at Xia Xiaonuan, gritting his teeth: "I asked you, where did you go today?"
Xia Xiaonuan: ...
Could it be... Nangong Yaoling knew about her meeting with Liang Shaochen?
Xia Xiaonuan's eyes flashed a trace of panic.
But soon, she forced herself to remain calm, looking at Nangong Yaoling and said openly: "I was rehearsing all morning, during lunchtime I went to find Mr. Liang for Zhong Li."
Nangong Yaoling's lips curled into a mocking smile: "For Zhong Li? You really do know how to find a scapegoat, Xia Xiaonuan... I think you did it for yourself, right?"
