But he had no choice but to smile, still talking to himself with a smile; this was far too constraining for him.
It had to be said, Nangong Mengyu's imagination was really something.
When she put herself in such a position, she thought of Ao Kangsheng. Even Ao Kangsheng himself hadn't thought of that.
Just as Nangong Mengyu imagined, Ao Cangsheng was in a foul mood at this moment, both angry and sad.
But these emotions actually all came from Yang Yuhe. To be precise, they came from Yang Yuhe's death.
In Ao Cangsheng's view, if he had insisted on not letting Yang Yuhe leave back then, Yang Yuhe wouldn't have suddenly died today.
Ao Kangsheng felt that in a way, he had killed Yang Yuhe, so he was deeply guilty.
But this sadness was different from Nangong Meng's dream.
"Miss Mengyu, I'm fine. Actually you all misunderstood, my Qi Sea isn't shattered!"
