"His name is Nangong Feihong... do you know? He's really so defiant, he's just hateful..."
Rasha'er fell into a reverie, not noticing that the man lying on the bed, when she mentioned the name Nangong Feihong, his fingers suddenly trembled slightly.
"I really don't know what he's so proud of! Those people from the Nangong Family are all very annoying!" Rasha'er complained, looking at Situ Yan:
"Yan, you must wake up soon... you know, this time I almost died, I know I'm no match for Nangong Yaoling, only you can fight against him.
So, you must wake up quickly! Then... let's see how arrogant Nangong Feihong can still be!"
Rasha'er said, clenching her fists.
Not even giving her a phone call! It's simply too much.
Rasha'er took out her phone and flipped through the photos inside.
They were taken at Nangong Feihong's house, a photo of him riding a horse hanging on the wall.
Rasha'er looked at Nangong Feihong in the photo: "Hmph... what's so great about you!"
