Nan Tian, Yu Ling, and Old Master Nan were talking, with Qiao Yonghui sitting quietly on the side, occasionally chiming in.
"Xiao Xi said she wouldn't marry..." Nan Mufeng struggled to speak, his fingers gripping the phone and growing increasingly tight, his knuckles turning white.
"How is that possible?"
"Why?"
The elders were stunned too and all stood up, looking at Nan Mufeng in disbelief.
"I don't know, there must be a reason," Nan Mufeng growled through clenched teeth.
He felt panicked and his rationality had completely fallen apart. He thought it was all a dream.
Yes, it must be a dream!
"Slap!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Nan Mufeng actually slapped himself.
So forceful! It hurt just watching!
Nan Mufeng gritted his teeth. It hurt; it wasn't a dream!
He picked up his phone and looked at the message again.
"Let me see!"
Yu Ling snatched the phone and read the text message.
