And when it was dinner time, Long Qian Xing came to join them.
"I hope you all have good rest today," Long Qian Xing said as he looked at the three people in front of him, but his gaze lingered on Nan Hua the longest. What he was worried about was her wrist and whether it would affect her performance.
"Thank you for your care, General Xing, this adjutant's injury had gotten better," Nan Hua replied and clasped her fist.
"There's no need to be so polite." Long Qian Xing waved his hand, his eyes showed relief and distress.
Nan Lou looked at the two of them interacting and felt that the words he was about to say was blocked in his throat. He clearly wanted to tell the two of them that they shouldn't interact too much on the surface, but he couldn't bear to do it.
When the thought crossed his mind, Nan Luo felt upset.
He truly felt that Nan Hua was going to be taken away by Long Qian Xing the time he could spend with Nan Hua was getting lesser.
