The fiery coil of anger still seethed in Nan Zhi's chest when she thought of Mu Sihan finding a group of people to lie to her, tricking her into believing that he fell down into the abyss. The recollection gave her a sour taste in her mouth and she frowned again.
She kicked Xia Xi under the table and signaled for her to get the first-aid kit.
Regardless of how slow Xia Xi was, she could see that Sister Zhi and young master Mu had argued. Getting up hurriedly, she went to retrieve the first-aid kit.
Nan Zhi found she had lost her appetite and could not eat anymore. Walking over to Zhang Yijun, she him she would go back to her room to rest.
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Nan Zhi's mind was still a jumbled mess of anger and disbelief as she walked herself back to the room.
Was Mu Sihan really the teen who had saved her from the kidnappers nine years ago?
Were the two of them tied together by a string of fate from that early on?
