Nangong Yaoling, don't tell me you're regretting this?
But now, the agreement has already been signed. Talking about regret now, are you still a man?
Xia Xiaonuan...
From now on, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.
Nangong Yaoling threw the agreement in his hand to the side, gripped the steering wheel, and closed his eyes slightly.
...
Yun was cleaning downstairs.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
She was slightly stunned, then stopped and picked up the phone to look at it. It turned out to be an unknown number.
She answered it, somewhat puzzled.
"Hello... who is this?"
"Mom, it's me..." A hoarse female voice from the other side.
Yun felt a surge of joy in her heart.
"Xinmei? Is it you? How are you doing in America? I've always wanted to call you, but I didn't have your number."
The other person laughed and said, "I'm doing well, don't worry."
"Oh, that's good then..."
"I wanted to ask you, how are Xia Xiaonuan and Nangong Yaoling doing?"
