Earlier, Eric was walking ahead, just about to knock on the door. Who could have known that just as he approached, before he could say anything, Nangong Mo would throw himself at him, bombarding him with rapid-fire questions...
"Tang... Tang Jue..." Nangong Mo finds it difficult to describe his feelings upon seeing Tang Jue at this moment.
He thought he was dreaming.
During these three days, he had faced disappointment too many times. He couldn't believe that the person who was unlikely to appear would suddenly and unexpectedly stand before him in his darkest hour.
While Nangong Mo was still dazed, Tang Jue was already wheeled into the living room by Saiwen.
The man in the wheelchair was dressed in black, wrapped in frost, his face cold and hardened, proud and indifferent as always. Though intimidating, he exuded an unshakable sense of security, like a towering mountain.
