His dark eyes were filled with worry, surprise, confusion… and many other complex emotions.
Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but reach out with a trembling finger, wanting to touch Liang Shaochen's face.
The other few robust men, seeing Xia Xiaonuan gravely injured and barely breathing, and somewhat fearful of Liang Shaochen, couldn't help but want to retreat and escape.
But just as the leader pulled open the door, he suddenly froze there.
In an instant, everyone was stunned.
A black gun barrel was pressed directly against the man's forehead.
Nangong Yaoling stood at the door, his cold and stern face emanating a terrifying eeriness.
Behind him were a dozen black-clad bodyguards, each holding a pistol, aiming at those seven or eight men.
The faces of those men turned pale with fright, and they heard the clatter of their weapons falling to the ground.
Liang Shaochen turned to glance at Nangong Yaoling and the bodyguards.
