Feng Yao stared at the tall figure who was walking over with a hand in his pocket. Under the light, the sharp edges and lines of the man's face appeared more apparent.
Nan Zhi's head felt a little heavy. When she was not in a good mood, she got drunk easier. At the same time, the effect of the alcohol this time was strong. Currently, she was like a boneless slime, leaning against Feng Yao's broad shoulders. When she heard someone call Feng Yao, she narrowed her eyes as she looked forward.
Seeing that familiar but also unfamiliar face, her lips pouted slightly under the face veil. "Feng Yao, I don't want to see him, help me to my room quick!"
Hearing Nan Zhi's mumbles, Feng Yao pressed Nan Zhi's head into his arms before he glanced towards Mu Sihan who was walking over. He greeted Mu Sihan with a smile. "Your Majesty, we arranged a room in the castle for you. Why are you here?"