Walking ahead, Cheng Zhengyang heard the words, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, a smile that seemed both appreciative and comforting.
Upon hearing this, Nangong Tianxiang was stunned and looked at Ye Hao, thinking that Ye Hao hadn't understood her. She quickly explained, "I don't mean to say my brother is really sick, just that his thoughts are a bit wild and fanciful."
"No worries, I like people with wild imaginations. Besides, since your ancestor's legacy has fallen to me, I have the obligation to protect the Nangong Clan and the right to teach the people of your Nangong Clan," Ye Hao said with a smile.
"Do you really take the legacy my ancestor gave you that seriously? Humph! I don't want you to oversee me," Nangong Tianxiang retorted coquettishly.
Ye Hao chuckled.
As they entered the hall, Nangong Tianxiang immediately rushed over to a middle-aged woman, calling out sweetly, "Mom."
