Xu Moyi reacted for a long time before slowly shaking her head, then she fainted again.
No matter how much Nan Wan called, she couldn't wake her up again. Helpless, Nan Wan could only place her back on the sofa, then take off her coat and cover her with it.
From the looks of it, she hadn't been fed anything shady.
Tang Chengmo coughed twice, and the high and low debates and banter in the private room stopped, quiet to the point where it didn't seem like a night scene at all.
He pointed his chin at the wine on the table, speaking with a not quite smile, "Mrs. Mu, our Mr. Nan helped to rescue your sister from the wolf's den across the street. Shouldn't you show some gratitude?"
The implication was clear.
This man explained the whole story with just a few words.
Nan Wan grew up in this circle; she didn't need these sons of rich families to teach her the difficulty of getting out once you're in.
