Nangong Jinlie patted her shoulder and instructed the butler beside him to open the window a bit more.
Because he saw that Xiaonuan's forehead was already covered in beads of sweat, and the air inside was indeed very stuffy, especially after saying all these things, the whole atmosphere felt suffocating.
There was even a faint smoky smell lingering; if this went on, he truly worried that this pitiful girl in front of him wouldn't be able to endure it and would faint.
The butler did as he was told.
A gust of cold wind blew in. Xia Xiaonuan's face had still been streaked with tears, but in this moment, she found that no matter what, she couldn't cry anymore.
It was as if she suddenly snapped back to her senses and looked at Nangong Jinlie.
"Grandpa... you made up this story just to make me leave Nangong Yaoling, didn't you? Why do you have to be so cruel? Why?!"
