Lady Nangong gave Nan Qing a meaningful look, the corner of her eye drifting to Fu Han.
When their eyes met, Fu Han's face reddened, and she guiltily looked away, still unaccustomed to aiding Nan Qing in deceiving their parents.
Lady Nangong's benevolent laughter rang out, surprisingly agreeing to Nan Qing's request quite readily.
Unintentionally, Fu Han caught a glimpse of Wang Yixuan's expression, which she saw change distinctly—shock mingled with emotion.
This discovery pleased Fu Han; although Wang Yixuan said nothing, his expression now more than clearly disclosed one thing—he liked Nan Qing.
As for the extent of his affection for Nan Qing, Fu Han couldn't say; however, she believed that as long as Nan Qing didn't give up, Wang Yixuan would surely grow fonder of her.
After all, Nan Qing was indeed a very likable girl—hadn't Luo Qinghe harbored an unspoken love for her for years? Only Su Cheng, that blockhead, didn't know how to cherish Nan Qing.
