Inside, snacks, hand cream, sticky notes, cold medicine... a pink phone case...
All things belonging to a woman, all things belonging to Xia Xiaonuan!
Nangong Yaoling's face became increasingly grim.
His blue eyes were cold, carrying a hint of complexity. He took a deep breath and yelled, "Someone come here!"
"Young Master—!" The butler quickly rushed up.
"Take all of Xia Xiaonuan's things from the house and throw them out! I don't want anything about her here anymore!" Nangong Yaoling shouted loudly with a dark face.
The butler's legs went weak with fright, and he quickly said, "Yes... Young Master, please calm down... I'll immediately, immediately have it done!"
As the butler spoke, he quickly went downstairs and called all the servants up.
Nangong Yaoling opened the wardrobe.
Inside were still some of Xia Xiaonuan's clothes, many, all bought by him for her. She barely wore them.
It was as if her scent still floated in the air.
