After venting his anger, Nan Hao could be said to be in a good mood. After doing a series of actions, he was about to go back to his work.
In the end, when he turned around, he froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning. His limbs were stiff and he didn't know what to do.
"You, I—"
The moment he saw Murong Qiao standing behind him, Nan Hao's mind went blank.
He didn't know which word to use to describe himself. The only thought in his mind was whether Murong Qiao had seen his actions just now.
Murong Qiao crossed her arms and looked at Nan Hao's nervous and inarticulate appearance. A faint smile flashed across her eyes.
"Let's talk somewhere else. It's not convenient here," she reminded him softly.
The banquet was very close, and Huo Xiuyuan was still in the room. It was not suitable for the two of them to talk.
Nan Hao nodded and went to an empty balcony with Murong Qiao.
