"But I…" Beiting Huang couldn't understand the deep love in Nangong Qianmo's eyes before she died. However, she was a girl, not a man.
Everyone looked at Beiting Huang with concern. They didn't miss the flash of pain in Beiting Huang's eyes. They had also heard it just now. Beiting Huang was actually very sad and provoked that person. How much pain did their commander feel?
"Ninth Young Master, look. Everyone is infatuated with you, be it young or young. They applaud your strength and admire your charm. It has nothing to do with your identity or gender." Mu Qingling walked over and held Beiting Huang's hand. "It's not your fault. Miss Nangong has always been happy to do this. She got what she wanted!"
