Xiaonuan hardened her heart, nodding, "Alright, I'll agree to your terms! But I need to see Tang Yan right away. How is he doing now? You have to let him go!"
Nangong Yaoling glanced at her, then turned around and walked over to the sofa.
As he sat down on the sofa, he said indifferently, "Don't worry, he's not dead yet."
"Then where is he now?" Xiaonuan caught up to him, anxiously asking.
Nangong Yaoling cleared his throat.
"Seems like I'm a bit thirsty," he said, slightly lifting his handsome face.
Xia Xiaonuan: "..."
She took a deep breath, holding back her emotions, stepped forward, picked up a water cup beside her, poured a glass of water, and handed it to him.
Nangong Yaoling lazily glanced at her, placing both his hands on the back of the sofa, staring at her with an air of carefree insolence.
"..."
Xia Xiaonuan clenched her fist with one hand, restraining herself as she stepped forward, bending down to bring the cup to his lips.
