"I was just about to head towards your home, Crown Prince. Don't worry, I will definitely return your wife safe and sound."
Nangong Yaoling abruptly hung up the phone.
Listening to the "beep beep" sound in the receiver, the corners of Liang Shaochen's lips lifted slightly.
"Nangong Yaoling, you always lose your cool like this..."
He murmured, putting his phone away.
He glanced at Xiaonuan beside him; the deep eyes that had just been coldly smiling suddenly softened with tenderness.
He slowly started the car.
However, the car had only been driving for a short while, just turned a corner, and was about to drive forward. Suddenly, not far ahead, a car zoomed in, elegantly drifting and coming to a halt directly in front of his car several meters away.
Liang Shaochen was slightly stunned, his expression changed, and he stepped on the brakes.
The car slowly stopped in front of the silver Ferrari sports car.
