"Outsider..." Nan Wan repeated these two words, as if hearing a joke, she chuckled lightly, "Am I an outsider?"
Nan Chengzhi put down the brush in his hand, sat down on the soft chair behind him, and said in a deep voice, "That's not what Dad meant. He is afraid your mother might accidentally hurt you again. Tomorrow is the wedding. It's better not to take that risk."
These words can only be described in four words: high-sounding excuses.
Nan Wan moved her numb foot, faced the direction of the hospital room door, and smiled, "Since I'm already here, should I just leave like this?"
Nan Chengzhi was silent for nearly a minute before he said, "Give the phone to the bodyguard."
Nan Wan didn't reply, retracted the smile from her lips, her gaze lightly falling on the man in black, and handed over the phone.
The bodyguard hesitated for a moment, took it, still blocking the door, and said respectfully, "Chairman."
