"Ahem!"
Nalan Ziyan coughed lightly and after looking around, he said: "Father, this is a public space. Do save me some face." As he spoke, he saw a graceful black figure out of the corner of his eye and his eyes lit up.
"Father, take a look by yourself! I won't accompany you anymore." Without waiting for his father's reply, he walked towards the graceful figure in black not far away.
"Young Miss Leng Shuang." Nalan Ziyan came to the figure and bowed to her with a smile: "Do you remember me? I'm Nalan Ziyan. We met a few days ago."
Leng Shuang glanced at the man in front of her and nodded: "Young Master Nalan."
"You remember me! That's great!" He said happily, his face was filled with joy.
When Patriarch Nalan saw his youngest son talking to the woman dressed in black, he couldn't help but stared: "They are all worrisome!" He shook his head then turned around and began looking at the pills on the first floor.
