Before Feng Xuan could finish speaking, Nangong Mo cast a slightly cold glance at him, and Feng Xuan immediately stood upright, looking straight ahead, "Master! It's my ignorance! You are right!"
Nangong Mo ignored him, tidied his clothes and hair, sat back in his wheelchair, and left the room.
Feng Xuan hurriedly followed him, "Master? Where are you going? Didn't you promise the princess you would rest well?"
Nangong Mo turned his head slightly, giving him a cool look, "Shut up."
Feng Xuan: "..."
When Yun Ran arrived at the flower hall, Shen Weixi was rubbing her hands, pacing back and forth with a heavy heart.
"Weixi, are you here?"
In truth, Yun Ran was somewhat puzzled. They had just met yesterday, could Shen Weixi still be unwilling to give up? Was she still thinking about eloping?
Like the wind, Shen Weixi floated in front of Yun Ran, grabbed her hand, and while pulling her outside, said, "Yue'er, let's talk in the garden, here... in case there are ears on the walls."
