Situ Yan looked at her expression, his heart shook.
Suddenly he stepped forward and grabbed Xiaonuan's other hand.
"Xiaonuan, you promised me, did you forget? Xiaonuan..." Situ Yan frowned, staring at Xia Xiaonuan, speaking nervously.
"Xiaonuan, what did you promise him? Did he force you to do something? Xiaonuan, don't be afraid, I'm here, no one dares to hurt you!"
Xia Xiaonuan frowned, glanced at Situ Yan, then looked at Nangong Yaoling.
Situ Yan glared fiercely at Nangong Yaoling, and Nangong Yaoling glared back at him with equal fierceness.
The situation, ready to explode.
Both confident, both arrogant men.
One holding her left hand, the other pulling her right hand, neither willing to let go.
Xia Xiaonuan felt deeply pained, and at the same time, very conflicted.
Mingming had made a decision, but now with Nangong Yaoling's disturbance, seeing his pained and expectant eyes, she found herself unable to speak any ruthless words.
