"Let's go, talk over there."
Nangong Yun glanced at Nangong Qingqing, dropped a sentence, and turned to leave.
"Baili Xia, remember, I will find a way to make sure you never get back on your feet."
"Hurry up, I don't have much patience, you know that." Nangong Yun snorted coldly.
Nangong Qingqing, helpless and not wanting to be punished, had no choice but to cover her burning face and follow.
They came to a secluded place where Nangong Yun finally stopped.
Nangong Qingqing also paused for a moment before catching up.
Nangong Yun turned around, her ferocious face exuding intense killing intent.
She just couldn't believe that Baili Xia, that wretched woman, could be so lucky her whole life.
She, the dignified and pure-blooded Miss Nangong, was actually afraid of her.
Hmph! It was simply ridiculous.
"Come here, standing so far, afraid no one can hear?" Nangong Yun glared at Nangong Qingqing.
Nangong Qingqing knew what she wanted to do, but was helpless.
