The gentleman she met in Wu Shang City was so similar to Nan Suyi…
If only he could be Suyi's son...
Unfortunately, he was not her son. Otherwise, he would have come back with Suyi.
"I know… I'll go and spend more time with my aunt."
"Good." Nan Fang smiled faintly. "Nan Luo… Can you help me put this thing in Suyi's soup..."
Nan Luo paused and looked at Nan Fang in shock.
She watched Nan Fang take out a packet of powder from his pocket and handed it to her.
"Father, this... You use this to control the spirit beasts' mind."
Nan Fang's face was expressionless. "Give it to Suyi."
Nan Luo's hands were trembling; she did not dare to take that powder. Her eyes were filled with worry.
'Isn't Suyi my aunt? Why does Father treat her like this?'
"Father, why are you doing this?" Nan Luo's voice trembled.
