Fu Mingyu got into the car, and the convoy roared away from Wen Manor.
In the car, Xie Han looked back regretfully, only hating that he wasn't one of those who rushed in to smash things.
Not to mention anything else, just those few crystal glass lamps in the courtyard that were reportedly airlifted back from France were said to be invaluable. If he were to swing a club at them, tsk tsk tsk... that sensation must be something else.
At this moment, Xie Han found himself somewhat troubled by his identity.
Turning back, Xie Han asked Fu Mingyu with some confusion, "Bro, didn't you say Baby Nuan was fine? Why did you still do all this? What are you trying to do?"
Baby Nuan?
Fu Mingyu glanced over, and Xie Han felt a chill on his neck, instantly scooting to the side a bit.
After a long silence, Fu Mingyu's cool voice finally reached Xie Han's ears, "If it weren't for me, would you know who Wen Nuan is?"
Having hung around together for so long, how could Xie Han be ignorant?
