"Xiaonuan, I didn't cancel the trip on purpose… Don't be mad at me… If you want, I'll take you some other day… okay?"
The man's face was flushed, his gaze slightly hazy, yet his features were still stunningly handsome. He stared at Xia Xiaonuan, almost pleading as he asked.
At this moment, Yang Zi'er, standing to the side rubbing her wrist, saw this scene and was instantly dumbfounded.
Her whole body felt heavy-headed and light-footed. Her shocked gaze landed on that devastatingly handsome face that had once bewitched her soul, and she couldn't help but stagger back a step.
She simply couldn't believe her own eyes. This always proud, arrogant, untouchable Crown Prince of Nangong—what was he doing right now? Was he begging that bitch Xia Xiaonuan?
She had already treated him like that, and he'd even seen her with another man with his own eyes, so why? Why was he still bowing and scraping to apologize like this?
