Ning Qing was shocked.
Fear surged in her heart, and she suppressed it with all her might.
What should come would come.
She took many deep breaths before straightening her back and stepping into the hall.
However, her so-called courage instantly disappeared when she saw the people in the hall.
On the sofa, Nian Lie had one hand on his forehead and the other on his long crossed legs. His slender index finger tapped rhythmically, making him look inexplicably frightening.
His cold eyes shot over, and a cold smile appeared on his thin lips.
"Madam Nian is willing to come back?"
This question made Ning Qing shiver.
She suppressed her fear and looked up, falling into the man's indifferent eyes. "I…"
"Brother, don't be so fierce."
A light male voice interrupted their conversation.
