Rumor has it that Prince Nangong is cold-hearted and cruel, with ruthless methods.
Anyone who offends him generally meets a bad end. Moreover, those people always seem to disappear without a trace.
Tang Yan had certainly heard about this.
But... after all, he was the heir of the Tang Group, and he didn't believe Nangong Yaoling would do anything to him.
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do! But I really don't know whose child it is."
"Beep beep—beep—"
At that moment, a piercing ultrasonic sound suddenly erupted from the speakers above.
Tang Yan closed his eyes. With his hands obstructed, he couldn't cover his ears. The sound wasn't loud, but it made him feel uncomfortable, nauseated.
He forced himself to endure the painful expression, and before long, his face turned pale, his lips cracked, nearly fainting.
Just when he felt like he was going to suffocate, the sound suddenly stopped.
"How's this music? Does it suit Mr. Tang's taste?"
