Only Nangong Jinlie, sitting in the front, remained seemingly calm and composed on the surface, yet he watched Xia Xiaonuan with a gaze filled with complex and indescribable emotions.
His gaze was fixed on her, but it seemed to see far beyond her.
"Xiaonuan, I ask you, is what Zhong Li just said true?" After a while, once Xiaonuan had finally calmed down, he spoke.
Upon hearing him, Xia Xiaonuan, with tear-filled eyes, looked at Nangong Jinlie somewhat bewilderedly.
His gaze was sharp and profound, as if he could see right through her.
Xiaonuan didn't know what she was feeling at that moment; her mind was a bit dazed, unable to comprehend his words. Suddenly, she broke free from the bodyguards and quickly walked to Nangong Jinlie, then knelt down.
"Grandpa…" Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Jinlie, extending a trembling finger, pointing at Nangong Zhongli, her gaze seething with rage, wishing she could tear her apart. She looked at him, nearly pleading:
