Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

“I understand. When you’re cold, you’re completely absent. And when you’re warm, you’re like a butler trying to manage me,” Ji Nuan complained.

Mo Jingshen: “…”

When Ji Nuan stepped out of the kitchen, she saw that Feng Ling had on her black, sports jacket. If it weren’t inconvenient to only wear a pair of sports bra underneath, she most likely would have taken off Nan Heng’s black t-shirt as well. Feng Ling sat on the sofa, appearing as though she was not injured. Aside from a paler complexion, she did not appear different at all.

Was it because she had once undergone training? Was she not allowed to shout even though it hurts? No matter how she felt, did she always have to act as though nothing had happened?

“Finally, willing to appear? I thought you little couple were going to stay in my kitchen until the end of time.” Nan Heng leaned against the wall by the kitchen, sneering coldly. Looking at Ji Nuan’s softened expression, he could tell that the woman had been successfully coaxed.

Mo Jingshen placed his arm around Ji Nuan’s waist, keeping the little woman from escaping toward the sofa. His mild gaze shifted toward Feng Ling and the first aid kit by her feet, before flitting toward Nan Heng. “They made such a big roundabout. Was the goal you or her?”

Nan Heng appeared uncaring as he smiled lazily. “Issues against XI Base’s people; does it matter if the final goal is her or me?”

Mo Jingshen watched him, indifferently speaking, “Your own woman has been hurt to this degree, and you clearly wish to be able to go reduce those few trashes to dust, yet you’re able to stand here and smile as though nothing has happened. Even Ji Nuan is not as generous as you are.”

Nan Heng. “…”

Ji Nuan: “???” How was this related to her?

“Mr. Mo, I’m not his woman. Although you’re my employer right now, please do not casually put labels on me,” Feng Ling spoke up, protesting unhappily.

Mo Jingshen appeared not to have heard anything, coldly watching Nan Heng.

Nan Heng was silent for a few seconds and temporarily kept his lazy attitude away. “At this age, it’s not easy to raise a woman. Prioritizing and not prioritizing her is a mistake. Keeping her by your side is a mistake. Letting her out is also a mistake.”

Ji Nuan could not understand the meaning behind his words, but Feng Ling’s expression immediately turned cold.

Nan Heng tossed away the cigarette he had just brought out. When he raised his eyes once more, his earlier teasing and smiling expression had turned much colder. “You know it as well. Those people plan to make use of their underground relations to wash off all their charges. The car Feng Ling had intercepted back then is vital for them to succeed in this. In other words, Feng Ling is holding evidence that can doom them to death. No matter what, they will always find Feng Ling’s existence an eyesore. They’ve already made several attempts against her, but Feng Ling’s ability and instincts have always been good. The fact that they’ve now dared to reach into the country means that they’ve decided to sacrifice their own lives.”