Nan Kang casually pulled out a cushion and placed it on the sofa. He didn't care if it was moldy or not and sat down.
This was much cleaner than the pile of trash.
After realizing the filthy environment in the house, he found it even more unbearable that he was actually living in such a pig's nest all day.
He took a sip of wine hatefully and threw the jar aside in anger. He didn't expect Murong Qiao to be so disrespectful today.
After being beaten up, Nan Kang realized that this ingrate daughter had no intention of helping him at all.
However, life without money was too unbearable. If he couldn't get anything from Murong Qiao, he could only set his eyes on others.
Nan Kang naturally thought of Nan Xuan.
There was a noise at the door, vaguely like the sound of a lock being turned.
Nan Kang was just thinking about Nan Xuan when he pushed open the door and walked in.
"…I came back to get something," Nan Xuan said calmly.
