Staring at the departing figure of Ning Fan, Nangong Ling grumbled indignantly, "Is that old ghost really as formidable as you say?"
Nangong Xiong glared back, "He's just like your father, what do you think?"
In truth, Nangong Xiong harbored an even more terrifying thought, yet he was unwilling to admit it.
He had already asked numerous times about the details of Awu's capture, ultimately concluding it was a defeat.
Given this, forcibly keeping Ning Fan would be an extremely unwise choice.
"Little Ling, you'd best remember this, do not provoke him again."
Seeing Nangong Xiong's serious demeanor, Hai Qingping felt a slight tension, realizing he had underestimated Ning Fan.
His normally fearless father-in-law's words surprisingly hinted at conceding.
Nangong Ling complained, "That old ghost, Baobao is your own granddaughter, and you're just letting her be fooled by this scoundrel."
"If that is indeed the case."
