"Quickly open the door. The Nangong Family is tracking down a criminal." A loud rumble reverberated within the restaurant as someone knocked heavily at its door.
Bu Fang was displeased. He furrowed his brows and looked at Nangong Wuque in doubt.
Nangong Wuque didn't care about them at all. He was still picking the steaming hot pieces of prawn meat, which had already been dipped into the spicy sauce, and stuffing them into his mouth, eating them in comfort and content.
"That's right, the criminal they are tracking down is me," Nangong Wuque mumbled while chewing the prawn meat.
The person the Nangong Family sought to arrest was its young master?
When he associated the ongoing manhunt with Nangong Wuque's bloodied body, Bu Fang's brows scrunched upwards; he had figured something, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
