Cheng Zhengyang, who was walking ahead, heard this, and a kind smile appeared on his lips, as if it was one of appreciation, or perhaps of comfort.
Nangong Tianxiang was taken aback and glanced at Ye Hao, thinking that Ye Hao didn't understand her. She quickly explained, "I didn't mean that my brother is really sick, just that his thoughts are a bit outlandish."
"No worries, I like people with imaginative thoughts. Besides, since the legacy of your ancestors has fallen onto me, I have the duty to protect your Nangong Clan and the right to teach your family members," Ye Hao replied with a smile.
"You really take the inheritance from my ancestors seriously, huh? Hmph! I don't need you to mind my business," Nangong Tianxiang huffed adorably.
Ye Hao smiled again.
As they entered the hall, Nangong Tianxiang immediately rushed toward a middle-aged woman, sweetly calling out, "Mom."
