Besides, this time, Nangong Xiaoyun had some matters to handle in Europe; otherwise, he would have come back with him.
Nangong Yaoling listened absentmindedly, his mind constantly on the woman who got drunk at the hotel.
He wondered how that woman was doing.
He had just left her in the hotel room; she was lying on the bed, holding onto him, not letting him leave.
He really had no choice but to lull her to sleep before hurriedly heading back.
This woman is usually okay, but once she's drunk, she becomes a completely different person.
It really made Nangong Yaoling both have a headache and feel compassionate.
But now, despite his worries, he could only smile at his mother and casually agree along.
Just hoping this meal would end soon...
******
Liang Shaochen parked the car in the underground garage, draped his suit jacket over one arm, and headed towards his home with the keys in the other hand.
