Nangong Jinlie's face was somewhat pale.
At this time, the butler stepped forward, serving tea for Nangong Jinlie.
"Master, have a cup of tea first."
Nangong Jinlie took the teacup, suddenly waved his hand, and with a "bang," he threw the teacup onto the floor.
Xia Xiaonuan was startled, her heart tense to the extreme, but she maintained her composure and confronted Nangong Jinlie.
The butler quickly advised with a good attitude, "Young madam, you should speak softly to the master. The master used to cherish you most. You shouldn't be so defiant."
Yet Xia Xiaonuan remained silent, her unyielding gaze meeting Nangong Jinlie's sharp eyes, neither willing to compromise.
In the end, it was Nangong Jinlie who suddenly shook his head and burst into laughter.
His laughter was somewhat deranged.
Xia Xiaonuan looked at Nangong Jinlie as if he were an eccentric old man.
As Nangong Jinlie met Xia Xiaonuan's gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.
