"Haven't I said this before? Don't come and look for me without a good reason," Li Nanheng spoke. His voice was cold and distant.
Feng Mingzhu's gaze shifted away from Feng Ling. She turned to Li Nanheng: "Nanheng, my father and grandfather would like to see you."
After persisting for so long, it was all for naught. She really could not accept this. Even if she had to call for help, she couldn't bring herself to give up so easily.
However, the man's response was only two emotionless words: "No thanks."
Feng Mingzhu stared at him in disbelief: "You've rejected the Feng family over and over again, and even used my sister's cenotaph as a reason to push me away. Right now, they've only requested to have a meal with you. The Feng family has also participated in the matter of the death of the commander. You can't be like this."
