Nangong Lin walked leisurely ahead, leading the way around several bends and numerous corridors at such a pace... that Ou Mingxuan really wanted to kick him from behind, and after a glance at Leng Sichen by his side, it was clear he had the same thought.
"We're here."
Those words from Nangong Lin were like music to their ears.
The three of them had just stopped when a young man in white appeared at the end of the corridor opposite them—it was Nangong Mo.
Nangong Mo, carrying milk, bread, and desserts, froze in surprise upon seeing the three people across from him, then immediately erupted with overwhelming anger.
He strode forward, his gaze piercing as he fixed his eyes on Nangong Lin.
Nangong Lin felt somewhat intimidated by his fierce look, "Ahem, well…"
Before he could speak, Nangong Mo cut him off, saying coldly, "I really shouldn't have trusted you."
"Xiaomo, go out," Nangong Lin ordered sternly, maintaining his dignity in front of outsiders.
