Feng Jingxuan came out, the rain outside was still heavy.
Nearly an hour had almost passed at this point.
Nan Xia leaned on the chair, yet she felt no sleepiness.
Hearing some noise, she lifted her eyelids and glanced indifferently at Feng Jingxuan: "It seems you've had a long talk, can't bear to part with each other."
Feng Jingxuan ignored her sarcasm: "Let's go back."
Too much had happened today; he also felt his mind was in turmoil.
But he never showed his emotions on his face, so he seemed particularly calm.
After getting in the car, He Zheng sat in the car behind, always guarding Feng Jingxuan.
He thought these two were really weirder than the other.
The car was very stuffy, Nan Xia was not in the mood to talk, and all around there were only the sounds of their breathing.
Feng Jingxuan rubbed his temples, breaking the silence: "I will make Song Yushang pay the price she deserves."
Nan Xia turned her head to look at him.