"Unfortunately." At this time, the voice of praying came from Nangong Yen's phone. "Mr. Nangong, His Majesty is not in the royal palace now. He has been escorted out of the palace."
Nangong Yen's eyes suddenly enlarged. "It's you. Are you that Mitchell?"
It was impossible for him to miss this voice! Because three years ago, Mitchell had pretended to be loyal to the Nangong clan...
"Yes, it's me, Mitchell" Mitchell said, "It's rare for Mr. Nangong to be able to hear my voice. But it's not surprising, after all, I stayed in the Nangong family for a while. Mr. Nangong, you asked someone to cut off my finger. I still remember it clearly, so I followed Mr. Emperor and vowed to take revenge on you!"
"Where's Ross!" A crack finally appeared on Nangong face, which had been calm the entire time.
