Seeing Ou Mingxuan, the scar-faced man wiped his sweat and quietly cursed his luck.
Oh my! The lady here is already tough to deal with, and now another one shows up?
If they couldn't bring the person back this time, they were in for a world of trouble.
The end result was that they indeed faced a world of trouble.
Ou Mingxuan said indifferently, "You all go back first! I'll explain to Mr. Nangong."
Nangong Mo! Nangong Mo! He was actually Nangong Mo!
No sooner had Ou Mingxuan finished speaking than Xia Yuxun was overwhelmed with indignation. How could that weird Uncle Nangong have such an adorable son? It was surely a genetic mutation!
Before Nangong's pitiful men left, they were shouted back by Xia Yuxun, "My Qing Dynasty retro-engraved redwood door, you'll pay for that!"
"Miss Xia, we will definitely bring it! We will definitely bring it!"
So, a group of people had come in a grand procession and left dejectedly.
