After everything was over, Nangong Qingcheng was as delicate as a flower, her whole body soft and weak, curled up in Jiang Feng's embrace, too ashamed to face anyone...
Jiang Feng also held Nangong Qingcheng in a domineering manner, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, finally enjoying a restful and comfortable nap.
...
At the same time, in the Capital City, a courtyard house in the Third Ring.
"What did you say? That dog Xiang Tiandong didn't even give you face? And he shut you out?"
Duanmu Zhe took a drag from a special-grade cigarette, looked at Yan Yucheng, Lu Hao, and the others who had returned to report, and frowned as he asked.
Now that things had come to this, he had instead become much calmer.
If Xiang Tiandong had just lost his mind, he should have come to his senses by now.
